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With thyme for seas'ning, pair with bread unleavened.
The thyme should be shorn of leaves that are dry.
The thyme roots should be planted deep.
The thyme is tilled into the field.
Planting time lags if you are asleep.
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You'll find the best time to plant is before 7:00.
It's time to build up old soil broken down.
Give thyme a chance—out of shade of corn
Soil's fine 'cause you cast away stones.
It's time with friends to get stoned together.
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It is time to stop smoking: it's 11:00.
Oops, it was thyme that we smoked—great!
That's why we do not want to feast.
At least we didn't smoke mace.
Even so, I am slightly spacing.
I've dropped the "ips": turn', turn', turn'.
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Planting, I'm in mind of Amish brethren.
Their kind are plain. . .sensible shoes.
Each time they bend, it's just to hoe.
Let's cop some "thyme"—dime on the Haight.
Then we'll eat, like a bear, a full plate.