They planted everything they could imagine
especially corn in rows according to the date
She was that magic it was seven eleven
and the calamari buried inside
little mounds were what
the cats loved best above all else
The rows were crooked but things grew
this story came out of nowhere
it was somewhere in the past now
Please plant these he said and meant it
they help assemble five thousand
all hope on the surface before it was
pushed down again nicely watered
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