| Each spring I plant expensive seed preparing for the garden show. I fertilize and then proceed to tend my plot with hose and hoe. I watch the wild plants quickly breed while my seedlings forget to grow. I have this plan that might succeed; Next spring, its weed seed I will sow to harvest the eatables I need. Gerald Bosacker |
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