Bee is my
Lover.
Shoot is
My father.
I'm fruit's
Mother.
Bud is my
Brother,
Roots,
Ancestors.
My grandchildren
Feed the worldly
Needs.
You call them
Grains.
I call them
Seeds.
Your parents fought hard to Settle on a common name for you After your birth. As a compromise your dad Prefixed you secretly after his ex. C...
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