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THE ANGRY The angry walk amidst blooms, sweet peas, trellisis' seem useless, vines twist inticately branching, from one limb overtaking a small garden. The angry walk amid aroma , each sweetpea blossoms from offshoots - lavender, rose, green, blue wonderous sweetness. Even babies twist following the the smells. the elderly sit idle, yet smell frshness and fragrance. The angry walk and never notice what they noticed as children. I wonder why.
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