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Feb 2016
When I was a child,
I fondly remember
eating carrots fromΒ 
the dirt of our garden.

My brother, my sister, and I
would pull the carrots,
with great care, from
the dirt of our garden.

We would wash them
sometimes in the sink,
sometimes with the hose,
to remove the dirt of our garden.

But even then
as we chewed those carrots
we could still sometimes taste
the dirt of our garden.
Austin Bauer
Written by
Austin Bauer  Bay City, MI
(Bay City, MI)   
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