Like that girl or boy who believed
Fruits and vegetables grew at the grocers
Who had never seen an actual
Carrot seed and what becomes of it
Or yanked one from sandy ground
And bit and chewed its sweetness
Starving on some hazy morning
So we think we just showed up
On this earth and weren't grown
And tended by sturdy beings
With hoes and rakes and hardened
Hands and still they hope
To harvest us and sit out under the trees
Having saved all the seeds
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