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Sprouting Seed

I was thrown into an unknown land Shrunken life showed me thrills; Instant dryness drowned my will, I went spotless under the earthly pills. I couldn't breathe, as I am smothered, I cried in pain no one bothered; My cries drenched me with water, Why my little life is beaten as a batter? I tried to come out from the shell, Am I the one who was drenched in a well? I broke my hard shell, It is a hell As a sprouting seed, I hear a jingle bell!

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Date: 4/8/2022 1:31:00 AM
There has got to be a story behind the jingle bell ending SS. You have me intrigued. I sense pain mingled with traces of hope in your words. Blessings xxoo
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S S Beulin
Date: 5/30/2022 10:51:00 AM
Thank you very much. I am so glad to read your kindest words.
Date: 3/23/2022 7:56:00 AM
Very nicely penned, best wishes
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S S Beulin
Date: 5/30/2022 10:52:00 AM
Thank you very much :)

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