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small logging towns aren’t a place for acorns the clay soil can only hold pine acorns get lost here covered under mud stepped over and on by steel toed boots watered by only the rain no nurturing hand to help not a place for an acorn at all escape is a crow snatching the nut in its beak flying over mountains and rivers eventually dropping the nut descending down to a city park here the soil is just right mulch and compost water comes once a day like clockwork feet step around a good place to take root in this nurturing place a few years down the road branches grew sturdy bark is thick leaves block out the sun birds make nest here children climb picnics take place below to the acorns delight they've grown into a place where others can thrive
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Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
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small logging towns aren’t a place for acorns the clay soil can only hold pine acorns get lost here covered under mud stepped over and on by steel toed boots watered by only the rain no nurturing hand to help not a place for an acorn at all escape is a crow snatching the nut in its beak flying over mountains and rivers eventually dropping the nut descending down to a city park here the soil is just right mulch and compost water comes once a day like clockwork feet step around a good place to take root in this nurturing place a few years down the road branches grew sturdy bark is thick leaves block out the sun birds make nest here children climb picnics take place below to the acorns delight they've grown into a place where others can thrive
#seeds#smalltowns#growth#home#city#movement
Rowhomeward
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Rowhomeward
27/F/Oregon
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 11:30 AM UTC
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