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In my palm, I offer four. Glimpsing, you ask, "Isn't there more?" Had you accepted, you'd be sure: Fruitful abundance was in store. Not understanding soulful lore; Rescinded four; a ceased sojourn.
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
Seeds
In my palm, I offer four. Glimpsing, you ask, "Isn't there more?" Had you accepted, you'd be sure: Fruitful abundance was in store. Not understanding soulful lore; Rescinded four; a ceased sojourn.
Seeds will never grow if you stand still and ask for more.
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Nov 11, 2016
Nov 11, 2016 at 4:00 PM UTC
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