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Garden of Time

Will my time come When I end up with that green thumb Allowing my garden to flourish For the seeds I’ve planted to have fun Or will I always be on the run With the feeling of standing in front of the gun When will my greatness arrive For I wish my garden to thrive With every seed that has survived Just waiting for my time For my garden to thrive Water Nourishment Followed with time Hoping it happens before I pass Wishing the good times could forever last For I am tired of starring at my garden through the glass But life cannot be rushed so fast Hope I am not stuck wishing That good times could forever last

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Date: 4/10/2022 2:35:00 PM
Planting is hope, man, Seek the way forward, Not up to you or a roll of the dice. Till up the ground; Now's just the foreword. Harvest is coming, Let that thought suffice!
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Denis Picozzi
Date: 4/12/2022 12:45:00 PM
Thanks for your wonderful comment Jeff, hope life is treating you well sir. :D

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