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are the roses the poses of *** scented posies daffodils the  long stems of grass the moss the rutting of rabbits in the field(s) without ravaging man's hands and intrusions If we were more the masters might we plant more hibiscus or petunias or forget-me-nots and I see the mastery of natural selection by being the one selected out and it happens and life goes on and the fields bloom with beauty year after year with or without me but man is jealous of nature and seeks to tame the untamable the wildness the random seeks to explain why and hold to his breast a velvet touch a silk rose his wisdom as better
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Oct 21, 2016
Oct 21, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
coming in velvet and silk
are the roses the poses of *** scented posies daffodils the  long stems of grass the moss the rutting of rabbits in the field(s) without ravaging man's hands and intrusions If we were more the masters might we plant more hibiscus or petunias or forget-me-nots and I see the mastery of natural selection by being the one selected out and it happens and life goes on and the fields bloom with beauty year after year with or without me but man is jealous of nature and seeks to tame the untamable the wildness the random seeks to explain why and hold to his breast a velvet touch a silk rose his wisdom as better
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Oct 21, 2016 at 10:55 PM UTC
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