wheatgrass and carrots now passing by
they come out of the fridge and we
all whistle: WHEEK!
then they go under water
in mom's kitchen sink.
once washed and trimmed
and perfected for us
mom delivers our meals
and we eat with no fuss
until more we want NOW
so we WHEEK loud and clear
then we here the fridge open
knowing more will be here!
~poem by YumYum in his hammock
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