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It's about a beautiful, self tending garden that has been around for eons upon eons before our ancestors even crawled out of the oceans.

Submitted:Dec 16, 2007    Reads: 109    Comments: 1    Likes: 0   

The gardener walks into the forest
And is astounded by the life he sees,
No rows nor human patterns to devolve
The wild beauty of that which is free
Not pretty by man's normal standards
But beyond so in the ancient ways.


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