Repot Poems - Poems about Repot

...Trusting for me has always equaled pain and dysfunction. When things become out of my control, the feelings of non-erotica play tug o way with me as a whole. Needing internal stimulation to produce e......

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...Preoccupation The brain is a miraculous oddity Roaming at will, out to play, But returning to sober reality, Preoccupation stilled for focusing On the must-dos of the day. Ah, but then ther......

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...Witches in my gardens, blessing them. Using their notoriously generous green thumbs to help repot the plants snatched out by gray wind yesterday. Witches, welcome! So grateful you have arrived! ......

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...Coming out on the porch this morning after the sun had risen far above the horizon...I noticed that my herbs looked wilted. Checked but not really dry just potbound or rootbound in too small of a......

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