The food is eating me
Or I am eating the food
That I know not, but
The food is here
With me at this time.
I am growing with the food
And going towards the end,
I know not, the meaning
Thereof, though.
But the food is going
Dry with the sun
And I am getting energy
From the sun and the sun is
Smiling at me at every morning.
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