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Natural Remedy (Free verse) by richa

Mint and witch hazel cures most things short of an illness. A sprig and a branch a half-thumb deep in hand-turned soils grown to its limits. To prune, pestle to taste if needs be.

zodiac 3-May-04/1:12 PM
Good. The first bit appeals to me most, my mother-in-law being the craziest homeopath in an area chock full of crazy homeopaths. Not being much of a gardener myself, I don't get a lot from the rest. Kind of a Seamus Heaney feel, I guess, only miniaturized - a teaspoonful of dirt turned.

"Grow mature and tall" bugs me a little. I don't know if that's gardener talk or not, but it seems one of those adjectives should be replaced with a better one - doesn't matter which.

Good as ever.




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