4/22/2010

Dave Bonta April 22, 2010 4

Every day is the earth’s birthday. The largest peony plant, though still uncurling, already sports ten small planets midwived by ants.

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Carla
14 years ago Permalink

Love this, Dave. Thank you!
1. Dave Bonta
  14 years ago Permalink
  
  Hey, I’m glad! Thanks for the comment.
Jessica Thompson
14 years ago Permalink

A mighty poem … thank you!
1. Dave Bonta
  14 years ago Permalink
  
  You’re welcome.

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