Fruits irk and gall,
As zits on the mind;
On roots, if essentials fall,
Is it no longer a bind.
Wishes don't damn or sting,
Needful deeds if deemed higher;
Better than the fruity longing,
Rooty work if grasped as the granter of desire.
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