Unimportant Verse 2

Soft bristles dislodging soil one speck at a time. but no one that day was nearly as blessed, seeing a coin shine through at the end, full relief brightly expressed, as i was to see you smile.

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Watership Down - Blueberry's Tale, Chapter 18

Both went at the soft soil with their front claws and began to dig out the soft soil blocking the run.

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A poem of home

To taste old tastes to smell old scents to hear sounds once familiar, half forgotten mind's wonder and senses delight nature's bounty and home soil the familiar yet strange the strange yet familiar, change stations robin for sparrow, and squirrel

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Blooming Love - short poem

Their roots buried deep in the soils we both share. creating our blossoming field. the field of blooming love. written by: fane star

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Renaissance

She had a spade out, and i had some potting soil, and the apple seedling she'd selected.

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Pokemon: A Love Story - Prologue

The grovyle was thrown violently into the pond, narrowly missing slamming it's head on a rock buried just beneath the soil on the edge.

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Contents of Epilogue

But we... ...let the green light wash the seeping soil of filth as they commend the floating lantern of amaranth, of our century-old blood-tainted creed of golden hilt and lime-like so crimson-crying blade which can't... ...cannot

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In Thought

As life goes on, i start to find no point in rebuilding on soiled grounds. consistency; a time relapse. nothing more or less to describe my continuous days of current life. hopeless and lost, not much can break this bad habit i have developed.

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Sarah and Sam

I would not invade china for lots of rice, i would not invade africa for all its spice, i wouldn't conquer canada for its oil, i wouldn't conquer russia for its soil.

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Mythic Rain

Ground then once more they soar now less hoofs do pound until there's no more when they've had their fill the shadows will part then all will stand still no more dragon art except by their will tears of horned prey are how you explain wet soil

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For Dwale

Beneath that evening's breeze the sickly sweet and brazen scent of countless flow'rs awoke inside of you a darkened sleep of dreams dug deeper than the soil. oh, we are waking minds who missed that scent!

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Night Terrors

His struggles ceased as he slumped to the floor, unable to control his body any longer as his organs fell through to the soil beneath him.

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