Wonderings, Realizations, Understatements, Poetry, Hunches
My branches are beautiful, tall and strong
I live in a kingdom, where I know best
You see, my master leaves me alone to grow unstressed
While others plants may come and go
I am not like them, I continue to grow
First come the lettuce lying in their bed,
Who ironically think they have a head
They are naive to think they will not be lost
Because they can grow amidst the frost
But they will soon fall to the master's call
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WRUPH is simply a place to take the wruph-ness (get it?) out of life and smooth it by putting it into writing. I find myself dumbfounded by groupthink, fleeting trends, and general lack of vision in our world today. I write to back up my beliefs against this recklessness. I don’t purport myself to be a great writer, so please don't let that stop you from taking part.
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