The Spore, The Web and the Flower: A Short Poem

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The clever spore hit paydirt. It was perfect as it could grow. Many places were perfect before this.

A web of knowledge consumed the soil in order to spread. The web knew its purpose and desire.

A flower grew and exploded, then died, though it was perfect, too. The knowledge of the spore became clever again, seeking paydirt.

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