I remember:
I stood out back
on the green sea
and thought
“If anything’s a weed here,
it’s me.”
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Tuesday Poetics Challenge
~ Weed ~
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Scrambled, Not Fried 
Oh, this is so sharp and to the point. It brought me up short, made me think.
Yes yes… and if not weed maybe an animal pest.
Ha ha! And I always refer to me and my siblings as volunteers who grew like weeds without much interference. A very mixed blessing.
Wow! Awesome.
Excellent.
Brilliant!