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Bible

My own Bible is what I need,
It's my prize for selling garden seeds.
I ordered my seeds, with pennies and dimes,
Back in the twenties, we had hard times.
The seeds arrived in special packets small.
I could not get my Bible, until I sold them all.
I pestered my family and neighbors,
Till all were sold.
I will buy just a few, I was so often told.
They planted the seeds, and plants came up tall.

They bloomed and grew vegetables till late fall.
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