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Poem	How lush, how loose, the uninhibited squash is. If ever hearts (and these immoderate leaves Are vegetable hearts) were worn on sleeves, The squash's are. In green the squash vine gushes. The flowers are cornucopias of summer, Briefly exuberant and cheaply golden. And if they make a show of being hidden, Are open promiscuously to every comer. Let the squash be what it was doomed to be By the old Gardener with the shrewd green thumb. Let it expand and sprawl, defenceless, dumb. But let me be the fiber-disciplined tree Whose leaf (with something to say in wind) is small, Reduced to the ingenuity of a green splinter Sharp to defy or fraternize with winter, Or if not that, prepared in fall to fall.
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