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Submitted:Dec 27, 2012 Reads: 6 Comments: 1 Likes: 0
I grow for a lovely hoe,
fellow cucumbers,
trained, put in rows.
grasping warty squash,
and winding back,
sending summer aloft.
oh my lovely hoe,
only you can cool,
old man habanero.
so hot, your angle,
wide spread,
raising beans a'dangle.
hoe me up, bat me hard,
a happy cucumber,
sailing over neighbors yard
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