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The Vegetables of Life

My crafty hands make
magnificent spices

The squash makes me feel yellow.

Spice makes my heart feel
hot like the sun.

The stove is on and the vegetables
can't stop themselves from laughing.

The broccoli is growing like a tree
as the wind rustles and fades
through the kitchen window.

 


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