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I sprained my ankle while buying kale.
I love kale and my body enjoys the natural plant-based goodness.
Remember when you planted a seed inside me.
I named him after you.
Our baby is a duplicate, your twin, a number two!
I found something.
It died.
I lost something.
I cried.
I heard something.
It shook me.
I cried.
It died once more.
Crow swooped in and sat on my right shoulder.
I ignored something.
It cried.
I burnt something.
It really died.
A poem written by Ted Hughes
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