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He walked his farm, tossing seeds left and right,
Paying no regard to where they fell.
A motley so diverse they knew not each other,
Landed on the soil, to grow side by side.

She walked her domain, tossing words willy nilly,
Unmindful of the ears on which they landed.
Praise so shallow, insults so deep,
Filled the atmosphere in which she existed.

Tis time for the harvest, so join in and partake.
Sit with me, behold the fruit of their labour,
He found tangles and weeds,
She got fired and evicted.

Take heed to my words,
For these folks forgot this truth so sure,
In times past, present and to come,
You reap what you sow

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