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41 Cornacopia A living, breathing garden Our small planet is 24 Why mother earth, why? Show so much patience and love to those that hurt you? 10 Garden, lush with life Flourish, living library This planet, our home 11 If she had the chance Forgiveness would not suffice The things we’ve done Would be quite difficult to Understand, earth simply smiles 7 Is the wind my friend? Blow, blow! Bring me Seasons And to others, death
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
Haiku & Tanka Varietal Blend: 3rd Rock
41 Cornacopia A living, breathing garden Our small planet is 24 Why mother earth, why? Show so much patience and love to those that hurt you? 10 Garden, lush with life Flourish, living library This planet, our home 11 If she had the chance Forgiveness would not suffice The things we’ve done Would be quite difficult to Understand, earth simply smiles 7 Is the wind my friend? Blow, blow! Bring me Seasons And to others, death
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Oct 22, 2013
Oct 22, 2013 at 4:49 PM UTC
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