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"All This Land" Original Poem

I’ve​ ​got​ ​all​ ​this​ ​land​ ​for​ ​planting, All​ ​this​ ​land​ ​for​ ​growth. There​ ​are​ ​seeds​ ​and​ ​seeds,​ ​so​ ​many, But​ ​which​ ​ones​ ​will​ ​profit​ ​me​ ​the​ ​most? Which​ ​ones​ ​shall​ ​I​ ​let​ ​grow? One​ ​will​ ​rise​ ​and​ ​give​ ​fruits​ ​of​ ​peace, And​ ​another​ ​fruits​ ​of​ ​joy​ ​you​ ​see. But​ ​then,​ ​oh​ ​then,​ ​we​ ​have​ ​the​ ​weeds And​ ​certainly,​ ​they​ ​must​ ​go. Right? I​ ​think​ ​to​ ​myself,​ ​it​ ​can’t​ ​cause​ ​harm To​ ​let​ ​one​ ​lone​ ​weed Grow​ ​tall​ ​and​ ​strong. So,​ ​foolishly​ ​I​ ​let​ ​it​ ​stay, Only​ ​to​ ​find​ ​that​ ​I​ ​was​ ​wrong One​ ​weed,​ ​was​ ​then​ ​two And​ ​then​ ​turned​ ​into​ ​several, Their​ ​roots​ ​dug​

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