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Found Poetry 913
they tended the adventurer's seed measured each drop of water and speck of light talked to it sweetly the plant grew like a green pen scribbling held by the hand of wind leaves swinging in a fight this was not a magic seed of fiction it still grows for us in all directions out and up up and over each wall and through any fence in every garden hence
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