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1.10 Radish Song

This shrunken radish heart

root vegetable with top chewed

by the local rodentia 

their ilk unasked and unasking

withers from bulbous delicacy

to useless, bitter tuber 

without a fence high enough

to ward off the tallest of them

each hunger leaves more 

destruction until this bumper crop

dwindles to maybe enough

for a single salad 

on a rainy afternoon

in January.

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