I will bury All my bad thoughts With the peas And onions, With broccoli And beets and kale. With my spade I will Turn them under And transform Them, until I think no more Of you. The earth Will work her magic, Turning my evil Into good. Then I shall Think loving thoughts Of you, As I should. Oh Earth! Open your soil To me! Take my bitter seeds And give back Sweet fruit To me!
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