Nurturing Wolverines In Nature Poem by Dog goD 8Hate

How many do you know with that indecisive bent?
I'm not one, but realize that misgiving trait disallowing
brevity, or concise sojourn.50,60,90-years? ... sojourn.
My 166-year-old (a hundred added for [obvious] allusion)
has been precision in decision as I run into trees. Oh...
they weren't their at first, someone/someTHING runs out
into my path a second before arrival and plants these...
noble features in nature, to nurture my nature...
my Wolverine nature. This raspy demon eats imagination,
leaving naught but bones....


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