Plight of the Pumpkin…

a
pumpkin
grows
upon
the
ground
in
mud
with
vines
around
it
waiting
for
the
fateful
day
when
some
kid
shouts
I
found
it
then
home
it
goes
to
face
the
knife
and
have
its
insides
routed
its
seeds
get
baked
its
heart
just
breaks
knowing
there’s
nothing
it
can
do
about
it

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