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I collected flowers in the sun when I was a kid Just to watch ‘em die like a grinch Now I find my way around in the dark Run into childhood plants that have grown thorned bark Wilting petals turn to shredded fingers That pain lingers Try to keep it out of a vase to stay alive From fresh water To no GMOs or pesticides I feed my roots like the package suggests Stem to leaves and **** the rest Keep it natural regarding pest control The best soul soil sold, owned Moisture in the fold Sun and shade The fruits are gold
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 9:04 PM UTC
Soul soil
I collected flowers in the sun when I was a kid Just to watch ‘em die like a grinch Now I find my way around in the dark Run into childhood plants that have grown thorned bark Wilting petals turn to shredded fingers That pain lingers Try to keep it out of a vase to stay alive From fresh water To no GMOs or pesticides I feed my roots like the package suggests Stem to leaves and **** the rest Keep it natural regarding pest control The best soul soil sold, owned Moisture in the fold Sun and shade The fruits are gold
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Feb 20, 2021
Feb 20, 2021 at 9:04 PM UTC
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