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     Hey.

     Wanna hear something crazy? 

Every autumn

            I eat a handful

                       of harvest seeds

                              That stay in my stomach

                       until winter comes,

           At which point,

   I crawl in a hole

                 and die

                          But in the spring,

              I shoot up

                        from my own belly

Green

    and new

           and alive

                   See?

     I told you it was crazy.

      But even still,

   Every death becomes life.