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©Shers Gallagher 2016


There once was a man with as much brain as brawn.
Betwixt and between, 
he could never get the two to meet.
Then he took to drink, 
ending up smelling flowers for a living
and becoming the laughingstock of town.
But when sobering from the mead, 
he used brain power to cultivate his seed
and build an empire towering over the rest.
No longer falling between the flowers,
he sits alone these days imbibing the profits of his greed
while caught between the ebb and flow of trading and investing.
Poor sod with his lofty power 
still towering over the rest. 

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Comments

  1. fascinating take on this image- have a great day!

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  2. I like the contrast between the poor sod and his lofty power.

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  3. I think he was better off smelling flowers for a living... (what a wonderful phrase)

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  4. "smelling flowers for a living" ... That's my kind of job.

    This is my favorite: "he used brain power to cultivate his seed"

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  5. A little sad but beautiful :-)

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    1. Agreeing...sounds a bit like anyone out of balance, eh? All going to the head in one way or another.

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  6. Smelling flowers for a living. Love it.

    =)

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  7. He seems to run a bit hot and cold ?

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  8. One kind of intoxication for another? Also, smelling flowers would have to be an awesome job. :)

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  9. Clever write...I like the notion of using brainpower to grow things...

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