The nutlets gaze at stardom, to quench their sunlit-strength,
Going to the nurse affects the numen residing in the stem.
Suns have abolished all hope of stardom for the prized shells,
Nuts crack in mid-winter when the stars come out to play.
Let the nursery deal with this, and many more ventures
Escaping the basic training of nutlets and their seeds.
After reminiscing as a plant may whilst in season,
The nuts have forsaken the stars as they were at night.
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