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[sid] => 181104
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[aid] => mick
[title] => Toil
[time] => 2015-05-09 02:04:18
[hometext] => A tribute to Seamus Heaney
[bodytext] => Seeking buried secrets, I lie Prone, becoming one with the ground; Plough, Hand over hand, tearing roots and stones From earthly homes, unbound. Scoops of sodden earth smack against My grasping palms, Sieved between fingers Into equal parts. Fragrant growth the goal of labored Toil: days, months Hunched in beds and Aching rows of ancient soil. Cultivating rain seeps As it always has Deeper and deeper, Creeping to startle Life into waiting vessels Of sown potential. Burst from below, Drinking the sun as I do, Sprawled into unconscious bliss, I lie prone, Having become one with the ground. [comments] => 1 [counter] => 196 [topic] => 27 [informant] => Wordsmith123 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => NaturePoetry )
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