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06:39 pm: Radish poem

While cleaning radishes
Grown in my garden
I found one different
Unique, unlike
Alone.
No pigment
White, not red
Anyways, it tasted
Just like the rest.

Originally published at chris.dwan.org. You can comment here or there.

Originally published at chris.dwan.org. You can comment here or there.



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