(From In the Shadow of my Pen: A Collection of Poetry and Prose)
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The garden was overgrown with weeds.
The weeds that had begun as seeds planted by another.
Insidious in nature, they then began to linger and fester.
Fed daily by plant food, the weeds grew so tall they became a wall.
Impenetrable by any rain or gale.
Many years later, a new gardener decided to pour petrol on the weeds and set them on fire.
Take a look at the garden.
It is hard to imagine it was once overgrown.
All around are rose bushes and peonies.
Scented jasmine fills the air as the new gardener lives without worry or care.
A garden without weeds, no longer fed by insidious words or deeds.
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