Planting a Seed

I met a man who drank mint teas
Ate fresh fruit
And frozen peas

No meaty flesh for me, he cried
I want no part
Of them that’s died

So off he went to eat his plants
Organic grown
And picked by hand

It came to pass this life was good
With sickness rare
From healthy food

The veggie man grew very old
His life was long, or so we’re told

And all because he shunned all meat
In favour of some beans and wheat


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