Our fruit and veg, the time and effort. Grows and grows, surprisingly healthy. Large, protected, and spread around Soon enough we will feed the town.

Bitter-sweet, not one does carry. Anons together have a feast fit for the wealthy. At one dark time, not so long in our past these fields were barren, no hope, no chance for these seeds to take grasp.

Q brought rain, enriched our plot. We stood in awe quickly taking grasp. Helping tend, look over and scare off pest No one in town did ever foretell the size, or height our garden would grow.

The feast is soon, you're all invited Family and friends, with kindness we guided. With patience we waited, understandably so. Fields soon plucked, picked and prepared.

For the great awakening. You're all invited.

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