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We are all green houses,               never let anyone throw a rock though your widows.. As there just jealous that's growing                                           within. Some may be infertile within,                cold and un-growing. No seed of compassion sprouts within. But you are a virtual rainforest of                        creative imaginings..             So growth forth and no rock shall ever come through your  greenhouse...
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
Rock Through A GreenHouse
We are all green houses,               never let anyone throw a rock though your widows.. As there just jealous that's growing                                           within. Some may be infertile within,                cold and un-growing. No seed of compassion sprouts within. But you are a virtual rainforest of                        creative imaginings..             So growth forth and no rock shall ever come through your  greenhouse...
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Jan 19, 2019
Jan 19, 2019 at 10:37 AM UTC
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