October 11, 2005
Wild Child
Seven generations ago their ancestors stood here six feet tall in proud straight weeded rows. Now these few scattered bastard children of bastard grandchildren's children must skulk about in a forgotten weedy corner, relying upon the slothfulness of the gardener for their survival into another summer. Looks like they got it made!

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