a small poem
Sitting here surfing, wasting my day,
I got an idea, Ill check out ebay.
With the click of a mouse, and a few letters typed,
The smile from my face, did just get swiped.
For this is the day, the innocence died,
Selling seeds given, my jaw opened wide.
Why should I care, heck - his seeds weren't mine,
No rules applied, this should be just fine.
Now when I send seeds, the ones that are free,
I just hope they get planted, thats how it should be.
For giving and receiving, a trade now and then,
Is how I have done it, the way it has been.
Now I have vented, although I dont feel much better,
but reading this poem, seemed more fun than a letter.
So next time you bid, on some super great seed,
I hope some group benefits, not just one person with greed.
For free seeds to trade or plant, send a self addressed, postage paid
bubble pack to:
Rocky Rockwell
112 Roosevelt St.
Sayre PA 18840
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Rocky Rockwell, bleeding heart liberal
http://www.PGPGA.com
http://home.cyber-quest.com/rocky.r
A man who wants to do something, will always find a way.....
A man who doesn't, will always find an excuse.....
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