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Playing reminds me of my real allotment.
And the memory fills my chest with excitement.
Planting seeds under the sun, in bare soil.
Rewards my soul, as my back pays the toil.
But my urge to plant must be kept at bay.
As snow again started falling, yesterday.

Wow, I glad that our game engage people in poetry.