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A little seed abandoned and soiled, With a wriggly root, all twisted and coiled. Gently lifted in palms so balmy Placed in a pot with a smile, calmly The sun shone, the water sprinkled The seed blossomed and a stem wrinkled Up sprang the first flower The fruit arrived in the first shower The seed was blessed and gifted from the very start It was god’s own child, special and close to his heart |