I encountered many,
and many seemed to have no reason,
Though young I may be,
I've been shown what's mine,
so now I am sowing,
to gather up an ample harvest:
of plentiful luscious bright fruits,
and succulent veggies.
I'll place them in my basket,
and carry them home.
I'll place them on the table.
I'll wash my hands, then
rinse, slice, chop and cook
with delicate assiduity,
and serve you.
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