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I want to beget
Down on the tip of Africa,
Or even here. This field is so lush,
You can't walk a step without bumping a manna tree
And when you bump a manna tree
It thinks you're hungry
And sprouts manna, which tastes like berries
Boiled in honey --
Because that's how these trees were planted:
Pollen from a single bee, the Queen
She flew from Sharon's chest.
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