THE LITTLE FOXES

What seeming innocencethose small encroachments on the vine of thought.So unimportant, nothing to be caughtand stopped like thievery or crime.

They leave no evidence,or so it seems, until one looks for fruitand finds no inspiration at the rootto weave the trellis of the mind.

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