Sugar Cane; Truly
Unmodified in Genetic Constitution
Would ever store its future, where the Tongue’s
Crave for sugar Stops
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But we Humans, full of starheights of Aspirations
And wearing proud badges of Custodianships
Oftentimes stray from the Door
This sweet truth Drops.
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