Seed Spreading
Nature Seeds of salt shall be no malt.
Though it flows, sometimes without fault,
Fun in love, not in assault,
Much may be stored in vault.
Maybe by default,
Either may halt
Or exalt.
Not alt
Salt
after reading
Spreading the Seed
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