shiny dirt
Dust the dirt off the dirt, it's still dirt.
But if you add highly dense nutrient shit, it's becomes great shit and dirt.
Don't turn your nose up at it and don't mock it, just watch it.
Wind came along and gave it seed.
Yes it was just the seed of a weed, but weed gave way to a noble deed.
The deed was bright yellow soft and sweet,steeped in promise and steel hope.
HOPE. HOPE. Think about it HOPE.
Dust the dirt off the dirt, is it really still dirt?
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