Almost There: A Poem

The cabbage is planted
The broccoli is too
Brussel sprouts, cauliflower
Not much left to do

The garlic I’ll plant
When the frost comes to call
Fresh veggies we’ll have
Through the winter and fall

The chickens are eating
The eggs that they lay
They’d better stop munching
Or with lives they will pay

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