once upon a time
a seed was thrown on loam
a shoot it started to form
the plant wasn't even coloured
the insects its soup they sacked
the plant was so slow...
very very slow to grow
soon it started...
to grow and never stranded
making everybody puzzled
and soon to prim it started
flowers erupt
as big as a mount
and later fruits shoot
which are extemely sweet
it's now a new generation
which changed leaves that are green
it changed from prin to sturborn
cause they say are civilized creation
I always wonder why
they call themselves generation Y
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