SeedsA Poem by PJThe seeds of doubt my thoughts encased..
The seeds of doubt my thoughts encased,
Donated by a thoughtless friend, Unwisely given, unwisely placed, These seeds I dare not tend. For if they grew to bear some fruit, What a harvest I could make, A crop born of ill repute? In doubtful dust I'd rake. So keep them from my sweetened soil, lest they be ploughed in with my toil.
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