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grasses brown up nice, this time of year, Sun slices, through the spaces of branches and the love- ly leaves, shadow seekers, and sun bathers wait on, the changing dark shape, to place their bodies and at by the end of the day such justifies the means, while buckets of water empty and fill and liquid pill fertilizer, is a miser of plant health, wealth and chaotic growth, you can't control your eating or time, so why should a **** heed the call to stop, why should a plant, slow down instead, cant toward the Sun you worship or hide your hide from, and your dog or cat, just lays about the place, licks your nose or face, serve wine over ice and take a couple of ice cubes from a heart, that there is never a chance of thaw, at the temperature of dry ice and dry eyes that will not shed tears, will not shuck fears, like oysters, on the life that is a beach, shoals, rip tides, confide and confounded, leave the corpse in the sand until the waves have pounded knowledge of gardening and gardens of life, go on live beyond the strife, soften the take on weed(s).
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
Gardening, Gardeners
grasses brown up nice, this time of year, Sun slices, through the spaces of branches and the love- ly leaves, shadow seekers, and sun bathers wait on, the changing dark shape, to place their bodies and at by the end of the day such justifies the means, while buckets of water empty and fill and liquid pill fertilizer, is a miser of plant health, wealth and chaotic growth, you can't control your eating or time, so why should a **** heed the call to stop, why should a plant, slow down instead, cant toward the Sun you worship or hide your hide from, and your dog or cat, just lays about the place, licks your nose or face, serve wine over ice and take a couple of ice cubes from a heart, that there is never a chance of thaw, at the temperature of dry ice and dry eyes that will not shed tears, will not shuck fears, like oysters, on the life that is a beach, shoals, rip tides, confide and confounded, leave the corpse in the sand until the waves have pounded knowledge of gardening and gardens of life, go on live beyond the strife, soften the take on weed(s).
I guess a month is a hiatus, nope, been doing IG, not even thinking about HP, surprises coming within six months.....love y'all.
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darrell-wade-elverum
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Jun 21, 2015
Jun 21, 2015 at 8:23 PM UTC
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