Testing the journal feature to see if it cuts off the text one more time.

Inch by inch, row by row

Gonna make this garden grow

Gonna mulch it deep and low

Gonna make it fertile ground

Inch by inch, row by row

Someone bless these seeds I sow

Someone keep them safe below

Till the rain comes tumbling down

Pullin' weeds and pickin' stones

We are made of dreams and bones

Need a place to call my own

Cause the time is close at hand

Grain for grain, sun and rain

Find my way in nature's chain

Till my body and my brain

Tell the music of the land

Plant your rows straight and long

Season with prayer and song

Mother Earth will make you strong

If you give her loving care

Old crow watching from a tree

He's got his hungry eye on me

In my garden I'm as free

As that feathered thief up there

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