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Three Line Lunch: Shedding Moss
a yearlong diary in three-line poems by Jeff Rogers, day 42
Shedding Moss
They say, “A rolling stone gathers no moss.” It sheds moss.
I am a stone. I roll uphill,
Shedding moss.
Shedding Moss
They say, “A rolling stone gathers no moss.” It sheds moss.
I am a stone. I roll uphill,
Shedding moss.