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Be fruitful dear branch. A seed spread to fertilize. Futures for the Tree.
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Aug 4, 2021
Aug 4, 2021 at 3:15 PM UTC
Master of the Garden
I long to taste a sugar plum off the ****** tree, walk in the field of golden grass just to feel. I want to feel the sugar plum tree, high at stake and bright with sweet bumble nests. We all talk about apple trees, but why not the plum tree? Gracefully swaying it's branches in the summers light. I long to taste a sugar plum, laced in sweet white crystals. The juice flows through our mouths, fresh, cold, and sweet. Deep colors from it's roots to it's leaves, we have brown, light purple to dark purple, which we call plum, green delight how beautiful it is in my sight. I want a sugar plum, to bite into it's fruitful dismay and lay on natures green bed, so soft, so gentle. Stare into the clouds watching them gently float by, a cool breeze of sweet air swishes amongst my earthly face as i fall asleep under the sugar plum tree.
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Jun 8, 2020
Jun 8, 2020 at 12:36 PM UTC
Sugar Plum
Multiplication, Tabled by Michael R. Burch for the Religious Right “Be fruitful and multiply”— great advice, for a fruitfly! But for women and men, simple Simons, say, “WHEN!” Keywords/Tags: Christianity, religion, procreation, multiplication, fruitful, multiply, overpopulation, abortion, birth, control, contraceptives, ****** pill, creationists, global, warming, climate, change, pope, Vatican
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Mar 24, 2020
Mar 24, 2020 at 10:38 PM UTC
Multiplication, Tabled
Our fruitful energy I dream of a fruitful kind of love with you, where we crave for each others sweet sappy bodies. Where you bite my lip as if it were the freshest of strawberries your mouth has ever tasted, where you **** on my ******* the same way you eat a ripe tender plum in the summer, and then watching me melt into my own nectarous juices. A fruitful kind of love where you love the way my tongue dances on your neck all the way down to your torso, like you are a peach whose succulent flavour is dripping and I have to try with all my attentive mite to not waste a single drop. Where in the end, we are left with sugary mouths and exhausted bodies but still having enough fruitful energy for another round.
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Nov 6, 2019
Nov 6, 2019 at 12:49 PM UTC
Our fruitful energy
Nature takes lovers back as if to create them a second time Anyone deserted might be inspired; that fierce, soaring, object-less love Perhaps the most ancient of sufferings finally grows fruitful for us Isn't it time we lovingly freed ourselves from the beloved?
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Aug 21, 2018
Aug 21, 2018 at 7:22 PM UTC
Untitled
seeds of poetry seek fruitful soil its fruits hungering hearts
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Apr 29, 2018
Apr 29, 2018 at 11:17 AM UTC
Hunger (10W)
Our time here is so very short - We only realise this when we're getting old. If only our young self were more mindful of this And treated time more like gold: Valuable and beautiful and something to be savoured, Like someone you love, whom you always favour. Never waver the flavour Of that favour we've been given Of Time, more elusive than rhyme! From the ridiculous to the sublime - One piece of time can feel like yesterday or yesteryear. But it's always going away - never fear Actually, do fear - that something so dear is frittered aloft, Disregarding the cost of every day bought for us For us to use, and choose to be useful Each day that is new, to be used to be fruitful - Beautiful fruit like beautiful gold Valuable, glittering Let's be bold - and let our Story be told!
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Jan 17, 2018
Jan 17, 2018 at 9:10 AM UTC
Our Time Here
And she did it again! The medal glowed around her neck, Her face was lit up like A hundred candles burning together. In the corner of the same room. He smiled, His sacrifice had been fruitful. The girl had lived to become a doctor. Her mind was filled with gratitude, For the unknown who had saved her life, He leaves the room, Hoping that the truth will never be unveiled.
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Jan 26, 2016
Jan 26, 2016 at 10:28 AM UTC
UNKNOWN SACRIFICES
There are two kinds of people in this world. The ones who are quite important and win, Then there are the rest of us who fail, Who lament, who need "Dad's" lessons, Followers who never were worth "a cent." Who am I? I'm nobody, but in my dreams I can do magic, I can fly, I'm wise and useful, To the rest of the world this unsung hero is a zero To be completely honest, realistic and truthful.
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Apr 18, 2015
Apr 18, 2015 at 10:24 PM UTC
Seasons of Fame
I want to feel the warmth under a swaying tree along with you while smiling with glee that picture I've been dreaming of it has been lingering in my train of thoughts I wonder, when would that day of calmness come? just sitting there enjoying the cool breeze talking about how life is so mysterious yet enjoyable that laid-back moment I've been wanting when might it be granted....
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Apr 10, 2015
Apr 10, 2015 at 2:29 AM UTC
Wonders