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Maeliyn (amyhedgehog) wrote,
@ 2003-05-04 19:23:00
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    Current mood: stressed
    Current music:'Garden Song', by ...well, sung by Peter, Paul and Mary

    Ho Hum...Aye Yaa...
    ......*sigh* Oh goodness I'm swamped with things to do... *hum* I can't be here tuesday night, OR wednesday night cause I've got places to go... and I've got this HUGE report due friday... ooo I should've done it over the weekend...maybe Tuesday before I get on I'll do it...oie...SOOO many things I still have to do!! ...maybe a nice song will help... how about, ...uh, The Garden Song?? Ok, here it is...

    *begins to sing*
    Inch by inch, row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow,
    All it takes is a rake and a hole and a peice of furtle ground...
    Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow,
    someone warm them from below, 'till the rain come tumbling down...

    Pulling weeds, and pickin stones...we are made of dreams and bones,
    I feel the need, to grow my own cause the time is close at hand...
    Wait for rain, sudden rain...
    I find my way in nature's chain...
    I've tunned my body and my brain to the music of the land...

    Inch by inch, row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow,
    All it takes is a rake and a hole and a peice of furtle ground...
    Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow,
    someone warm them from below, 'till the rain come tumbling down...

    So plant your roots, strait and long,
    And temper them with prayer and song...
    Mother earth can keep you strong if you give her love and care...
    Now little crow watching, hungrily,
    from his pearch in younder tree...
    In my garden he's a risen; featherd theif of man...

    Inch by inch, row by row, I'm gonna make this garden grow,
    All it takes is a rake and a hole and a peice of furtle ground...
    Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow,
    someone warm them from below, 'till the rain come tumbling,

    Inch by inch, row by row, someone bless these seeds I sow,
    someone warm them from below, 'till the rain come tumbling down...

    *stops singing*

    Okay, I feel a little better now...
    Ja.

    ~Kiroomi



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