Keep digging, brother
There is a lot that needs to be found
All these rhymes and poems
Left buried in the ground
When the spade hits the metal
Sounds like love or a battle
Forces that meet and mesh into each other
Raise your spade, keep digging brother
Maybe one day we will find
The holy grail that we seek
The answers of a golden mind
Inheritance of the meek
But that day is not today
Today we dig for words
That flutter at each clang
And fly away like birds
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Some poems you write, others you dig from the ground. Like potatoes.
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