Stay healthy.

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Dear God,

I will promise to feed them every-week

Please stop by and come and seek

For seeing them leaning like this

It makes me feel like a miss

How tall they stand, healthy and green

I know, that you must have seen

They are pursuing to quench an aching need

They are one of the hopes in the world

To grow jalapenos, strawberries, cherries, and more

Soon they will be so bold, smiling

And during the night, dancing

Dear God, help me with feeding the plants

How without your help, they would've said, "Can't."

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