NCN World Poet Tree: My Garden Waits for Me |
4 comments 14 Feb 2008 @ 03:30 by judih : making a dealhey, i'll love you anyway i honour your appetite and i know mother nature has her ways but as winter melts into a possible past i dream of lush leaves, full and ripe dainty sprouts coming to fruition all to their ultimate dreams while you, plump snails and caterpillars crawl over to the public place the field of weeds and sundries lots of stuff to munch on there grass is greener, it is, i swear while my sleepy garden hatches. -marissa, yes! time to imagine ultimate garden growth 14 Feb 2008 @ 06:36 by skookum : time to talk to the ants maybe they can talk to the snails... can never really reach the snails.... 14 Feb 2008 @ 15:52 by judih : (snails are slippery critters) and they assume i'll never squish them. ants may be the mediator. i'll try if it stops raining. 29 Apr 2016 @ 05:59 by Bandar Togel @103.12.162.4 : brilliant! I would like to share this ar mayarsi
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