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Peas

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It was another day with nothing else to do

Than to shell garden peas.

Each pea I free from its organic bed

Clears the clouds from my dark head

The pod it pops a party favour

Releasing smell and green flavor

I can eat them raw uncooked and crude

A vegetable cannibal munched and chewed

I thank the stars that my worries melt

With this small action of aggression dealt

The green that’s given from the soil

As simple pea I pod, not toil

And in the end, I bring them to birth

From garden muck a muddy earth

To feed me nutrition and goodness true

To change my colour to green from blue

It was another day with nothing else to do

Than to shell garden peas.

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