Time tic tocs to tones tirelessly.
Thirsty trees thank terrain,
Tillaged, tears taken,
Tomatoes topple to terra-firma.
Tendrils tumble, thwarted.
Tempos tease toward the tomb.
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E.K. Daniels
Writer, watercolorist, and regular at the restaurant at the end of the universe. Twitter @inkladen
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