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Animus Farm

The roots of our political system, Have grown up through some infertile topsoil. As excessive and targeted 'cash-dusting' ... Has reduced the land's potential, with much to spoil. Weeds of corruption strangle organic growth, Taking away what nature could provide. While any effort to meticulously prune and Salvage a crop, gets derailed and put aside. Just as the laws of nature contribute to man ... Can we till and sow fresh landscape to cultivate? Perhaps conditioning the soil without manure, Where profound growth gives reason not to hate. Now some might prefer to set apart large tracts, Fallow, while claiming success and yield. Yet those buried seeds won't wither or remain Beneath, they'll bare fruit in another field.

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Date: 9/25/2022 4:02:00 AM
……and on that a ton of hubris that this political system floats on.I enjoyed reading your analogy of politics today. SuZ
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