Toffer D. Brutechild
A Creator of Things

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The Orchard

I'm growing an orchard
Of only kindness trees
That'll bear the sweetest fruits

We'll pick the fruit together
And make preserves for the cold times
So we eat and survive until the spring

Then we'll have fresh fruit pie
On a picnic blanket, kissing each other
Under the shade of our trees

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