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Gin Trash

See, forty bucks in cold, hard cash can fill your trailer with gin trash. And for growing fine tomatoes, forty's pretty small potatoes. The big box products like Black Cow will truly set you back, and how! The cotton hulls and seeds and stems ejected from the cotton gin, stored a year in a giant pile, makes the heart leap and brings a smile. Earthy, loamy, a little sour, magical black growing power. By the barrow, then tilled under, it's a veggie growing wonder. Its Round-up contents raise concerns; the pile's so hot, it nearly burns. Big veggies are the things it grows, but I'll look out for extra toes.

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Date: 4/21/2022 12:13:00 PM
Great interesting lines!
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