In a field depleted and left a fallow
Where only single crops have e’er grown
‘Twill sundry bloom soon rich, tho’ callow
When by Nature’s hand the seeds are sown
In a field depleted and left a fallow
Where only single crops have e’er grown
‘Twill sundry bloom soon rich, tho’ callow
When by Nature’s hand the seeds are sown
KURT★BRINDLEY 
That’s lovely.
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I’m happy you think so.
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Lovely picture.
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Thank you. My hood.
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Wonderful poem. Thank you for posting it.
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