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Poetry Monday. Of Potted Plants and ick.
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Poetry Monday. Of Potted Plants and ick.
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Monday, December 12, 2022
Out Potted
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My father loved his toothpicks and my mother loved her plants, I know these things seem diff’rent as can be. Yes, this, I’ll grant, But...
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