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Sometimes going home is needed,

Yesterday I did stuff,

Worked on my porch for nearly two hours,

Had no laying around money to rotate my soil,

All the raw veg I saved from November to today rested in my tub garden on top Walmart dirt,

Three layers deep,

You might pounder how I know then depth,


Normal everyday people have money for a garden tool,

I used what I was given at birth,

My less then new right hand,

The neighbor the ass who still covets my shed key in her condescending voice,

‘You can’t mulch in a tote!’


I saud that under my breath,

People who garden on rooftops mulch,

It should matter not where a gardener mulches only that we do!

Well my mulch was thick,



The soil underneath was chewed up and poo perfect.

The hardest part was punching holes for Drainage,

I used the outside bug candle Sherry left,

I heated a fork long and when nice and hot I poked holes in my larges black tub,

When I came in I made hot cereal,

Then listed more books to sell,

Tonight I read and studied literature and thought,

Then I turned on my electric stove,

Selected an old friend,

‘Family Stone’,


Published by Val's Whitewolf Books

Val's Whitewolf Media Anchor PodCast. I write here on WordPress. I believe that everyone should tell their story and that every book is a learning tool that will help those of us who are writers become better at our craft.I'm learning plus becoming more confident as an empath its important to share and touch with my heart others harmed by others words. I sell books on Pango.

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