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Again we know the drill. We don't own them, I dpon't own them, I am broke anyway.
We just want to play with our friend's for a while.
Here is an Ode told to me by the friend of a friend of a Cabbit
I lay upon you, pondering your treasures,
I watch as the warmth of the sun your bossom caresss.
Hands with gentler care than I could give,
prepare you for the bountious gift.
The seed of life within you placed,
nurtured by your wonderous grace.
Seasons turn as is their wont,
They watch your shape, change and grow.
The time has come, your labours done.
I watch and wait with baited breathe,
As gently he pulls forth your fruit,
Oh wonderous joy, 7 pounds, 65 cm length.
Oh glorious earth, your harvest grand
the greatest carrot seen in the land.
I marvel at the work you've done.
And wait upon another one.
^..~
Auerhouse