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Ode to Grapes |
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Ode to Grapes |
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They come in
groups or in a pair, They come in colors Oh so fair Just a seed, Meant to be, Eventually, To feed. Soon they grow, Without a woe, Then send to go To a home Oh so moist We rejoice But then they dry And we cry Shriveled and discarded, They are disregarded Without a home All alone It’s only a raisin So into a basin To soak So the eaters don’t choke Once a grape Now a raisin No escape From the grazin'. |
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