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TURN THE SOIL,
ONCE AGAIN,
REMOVE ALL STICKS AND STONES.
BUILD THE FARROW ROWS AND MOUNDS,
WHERE THE SEEDS WE CHOOSE,
A PLACE TO LET THEM GROW.
PLANT THE SEEDS WITHIN THE EARTH,
SET THEM TO THEIR PROPER DEPTH,
TAKE CARE NOT TO DAMAGE.
WATER EACH..
NOT TO MUCH..
NOR WATER THEM TO LITTLE.
LET THE SUN NOW DO ITS PART,
THEY NOW GROW TO FRUITION.
PLANT THE SEED OF THOUGHTS,
FIRMLY IN THE MIND,
FEED AND WEED THE THOUGHT THAT IS
GROW LARGE WITHIN OURSELF.
NO SEED CAN GROW,
WITHOUT OUR HELP,
THE GOOD..THE BAD OUR CHOOSING.
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FERTILE SOIL
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