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countryside and in suburbia farm produce sprout Workers young and old toil day-to-day to keep them well-pruned
So that in grandiose splendor they could feed our hungry world
Gardens fill the fields with fresh greens, purples and yellows
Subservient to weather elements, they bow with the wind
Humbly they welcome sustenance from sun and rain
We’re awed by rows of them proudly standing and waving
Until their time for plucking comes and we must bid them bye
Shortly we meet with them again at our tables everywhere
Let's give them thanks for filling us up in abundance!
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