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Wasted Garden
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toni and I : She runs and runs, forgets where she's going
: All she knows is she's sowing
: Seeds everlasting into fertile soil
: Grown with ceasless toil
: Into a garden oft' neglected
: Into a soil oft' rejected
: Now cared for in such haste
: And left as such a sad waste
Again; rhyme and flow are great. What i like the most is the mixed feeling of hope and despair i feel from this piece.