It’s Too Late For Me

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As far as words go
And some, don’t you know
Go deeper than others
This word goes deep into me
Through my gullet, even down to my knees
Where it throws up shoots like a stubborn weed
I’d fetch my two-pronged gardening tool
I’d sweat and groan, an ignorant fool
But to eradicate “eradicate” now is too late

58 words written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Eradicate

About crispina kemp

Spinner of Asaric and Mythic tales
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9 Responses to It’s Too Late For Me

  1. Sadje says:

    Great take Crispina

    Liked by 1 person

  2. Dale says:

    Nicely done, my friend!

    Liked by 1 person

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