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The season I decided I didn't want to Rip dead grass from the ground And plate it like a fine meal But sow new seeds And look forward ***** where the greener pasture is, I'll grow it myself.
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 11:17 AM UTC
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The season I decided I didn't want to Rip dead grass from the ground And plate it like a fine meal But sow new seeds And look forward ***** where the greener pasture is, I'll grow it myself.
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Nov 5, 2024
Nov 5, 2024 at 11:17 AM UTC
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