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We are tuna fish
breathing the sea,
oblivious to mayo and toast.
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We are cocoa
in the hot southern bean,
our proof is not yet in the pudding.
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We are tomato
bulging acid in red sun,
unsuspecting the BLT.
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We are lettuce leaf
photosynthesized,
ignorant of a thousand islands.
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We are potato,
white jewel buried in soil
unconscious of sour cream and chives.
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We are yeast,
multiplying dark spaces
waiting to be kneaded.
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(c) 1996, 2017 Betty Hayes Albright
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