Oct 02, 2007 13:48
When you fail to cure, the maggots set in.
These are all I’ve got. Make my hands so’s they’ll always be of some use.
Like any other mother, the plant done spent all her life learnin’ the earth. It’s her seeds that does the rememberin’ for her. It’s all right there in the seed.
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