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We take to the planting in the right spot love.
posted by
BC-A
on April 19, 2018 at 9:57 AM
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Nothing beats a blossoming romance.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on April 19, 2018 at 9:02 AM
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I like this nice!
posted by
Maeneeci
on April 19, 2018 at 2:57 AM
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A lady I knew from Poland always came and asked if she could pick the leaves. I thought they were too bitter, but as they burned the roads for fuel in the war years I suppose a little bitterness was of no concern.Actually I have been chopping the little rascals up they do seem to have flourished in the wet. I like your poem though. 
posted by
C_C_T
on April 19, 2018 at 12:55 AM
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Re: Corbin
LOL. Same here. This one didn't seem to know that. The poem can also be read as a metaphor.
posted by
Sea_Gypsy
on April 18, 2018 at 8:51 PM
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When I'm working on my lawn...they're weeds....
posted by
Corbin_Dallas
on April 18, 2018 at 5:15 PM
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