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You`re back for another round as seasons turn,
burning bonds and hiding
-betting with bides
Stalking the root of the problem like pottery
Cutting around the shell without a mold,
yet you`re set on being green

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Just tend to the farms above the cliffs,
the ones with the sweet treats and free shade
Make a break for the fresh overhang
Shift the stone and roll back,
then rush the dust to scale free

If you push the stems away, you`re stuck
Bushed with withered ends,
drying and wilting

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Reach for the plateau,
away from the steps of shame
Pull up and rototill along the sheer in ways to catch land and steam
In time, these times will bring harvest
So avoid oversaturation of wants and needs,
or many seasoned seeds just won`t grow
Some alone won`t know, others will dry up-
To save space, to save face
-when they were so close to sustain

Who were they to blame?


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Please bring the tools you`ll need
Don`t turn up green out of greed
The overhang is a bridge to better days
The weeds will help build your means

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