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Dark Dirt

Fertile incestuous rootbound Plants flourish in the darkest stuff Seeds planted spring coming round Winters' cold and snowing tough Bulbs of flowers sprigs of weeds Up and coming in the spring Mother Natures' Godfelt deeds Shoots of color when the Larks' sing Flourish of beauty dreams of sun Melting snow icicles hang from above Summers' coming beaches of fun Fires crackling moods of love And here I lay covered in wool Dreaming of sand and sun Fires' flickering stomachs full Beaches are close so is the fun.

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Date: 11/10/2017 6:37:00 AM
damn.. that a disturbing first line! Deep and dark start but a lovely end to your poem...
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Kelli White
Date: 11/10/2017 6:50:00 AM
If you have ever transplanted plants their roots are so twisted it is a mess to cut them and carefully break their bond without killing them to transplant them into fertile soil. Thank you

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