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The sprouting may be considered erratic of course
so randomly placed each continent through
No one could ever predict the driving force
Of something that was never planted yet grew

Without the constraints of a Garden bed to rue
It is in the power of Mother Nature’s gentle kiss
Which touches the soles of those pure and true
Allowing wildflowers to grow where lovers walk in bliss

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