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In the stomach of the earth
There grows something green
She's bound to give birth
Any day now.

Bubble over with mirth
And also with girth
While the lean beans
Break forth from the
Soil.

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What a stupid way to be
Buried to your knees
With useless uncertainty
What a stupid way to be

What a senseless way to act
Covering your tracks
Wallowing in facts
When your abstract becomes cracked

What a sour face to flaunt
When zen turns into want
And old habits taunt
And haunt

And what a terse thing to write
After taking staggered flight
From trite fights that do ignite

We do recite
But now contrite
I bid thee goodnight.