Non-Erotic PoetryReap as ye sowApproaching my autumn,
Reflections on my spring and summer
Wash over me,
leaving me in the golden glow
of a Harvest Moon.
Reap as ye sow, the elders tell
And as I look, I see
The tall, strong, full grown stalks of my sowing,
My children, my sons,
My corn, my harvest.
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