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God bless the greens

still, silent, speechless, separated from their dear mate they lie dull and desolate disappointed and hopeless they've lost their knack, their zen the nimble fingers sorely itch to do the tap dance once again to carve their imprint on the blank parchment don't mope, don't lose heart come, hold our hand walk with us to a different land it's time to make a fresh start they beckon - the tiny seeds, the warm sun, the nurturing soil for a novel task, a different toil till the hand again bleeds they still itch, the nimble fingers but for the gentle caress of the eye-pleasing, soothing greens His way to proclaim 'God bless'. Who says pens are the only tools for creativity and happiness? #NaPoWriMo #NaPoWriMo2022

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