Grow Great Weeds
Each spring I plant expensive seed
preparing for the garden show.
I fertilize and then proceed
to tend my plot with hose and hoe.
I watch the wild plants quickly breed
while my seedlings forget to grow.
I have this plan that might succeed;
Next spring, its weed seed I will sow
to harvest the eatables I need.
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