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The field was cleared while sitting in remorseless fury, Slaughter filled the air with fuzzy roars. Peaches rested in Valleyed rows beneath the needless crumbled brush. Kittens roamed tall grass like stalking Saharan Kings. keening mice soon would Scurry as Signs appeared proposing modern man. Proposal's for expensive freedom, retired and Slowly dying. No roars, No more. Lies were baked through lustrum while lions no longer roared. Seeds of stone fruit slipped from food Towards hardened stone. Money grew again, Providing ceaseless shade from an amaranthine sun. The acred field cleared for lies concerned of man's Modern ties. Squeezed velvet stone fruit, Thriving free in field and sun, will remain the sweeter nectar; More than your retired death where lions no longer roam.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
The Retired King of Stone Fruit's Slaughtered Field
The field was cleared while sitting in remorseless fury, Slaughter filled the air with fuzzy roars. Peaches rested in Valleyed rows beneath the needless crumbled brush. Kittens roamed tall grass like stalking Saharan Kings. keening mice soon would Scurry as Signs appeared proposing modern man. Proposal's for expensive freedom, retired and Slowly dying. No roars, No more. Lies were baked through lustrum while lions no longer roared. Seeds of stone fruit slipped from food Towards hardened stone. Money grew again, Providing ceaseless shade from an amaranthine sun. The acred field cleared for lies concerned of man's Modern ties. Squeezed velvet stone fruit, Thriving free in field and sun, will remain the sweeter nectar; More than your retired death where lions no longer roam.
This is the story of a peach orchard near my house that was bulldozed to make space for retirement living which subsequently was never built.
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Mar 30, 2017
Mar 30, 2017 at 2:47 PM UTC
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