The Green Assumption

Tue, 07/22/2014 - 17:34 -- Annette

They say money doesn't grow on trees,

And I never argued


For I have never seen Benjamin,





Nor George

Sway, fleetly, from branch to ground.


I seem to only meet these fine fellows

Hiding behind  closed paper messages,

Unmindfully tripping me on a battered street,

Jumping out of a forgotten pocket,

Snugged in the hold of my granparents palm.

Only places I would never ever quite expect.


So I now ask those who believe

Money doesn't grow on trees

To only look

For it is never ever quite expected to be there.






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