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#permaculture
There is beauty in working with hands That I can never describe in words Yet here I give it a try, before my land goes dry Everyday I sow seeds & plant plants Without knowing what they'll look like In years to come, when there's no music to hum Some say it's boring farm work Under hot sun & cold rain Yet I keep doing it over & over For I know why I'm growing As it's the only way to a world Free of tyranny, depression & eternal suffering So I'll keep growing till my land goes dry For I need to feed the last man on earth Give him hope & few seeds to grow.
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Mar 3, 2020
Mar 3, 2020 at 3:50 AM UTC
THE LAST MAN ON EARTH
Assume the role of groundskeeper entirely and entitledly. This is your destiny: as a human being your role is to care for every plant, animal, and fungus as your kin, for they are the material that breeds us. Permaculture is a simple tale: Listen, and you will be told; Ask, and you will be answered; Play and you will be happy :) Your propagations, transplants, and seeds will grow, flower, and reseed...
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Mar 30, 2020
Mar 30, 2020 at 2:27 PM UTC
Permaculture: a diary entry