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The Chestnut Legacy
The Chestnut observed man as he bent the Figs boughs and pulled off her fruit as nature allows He opened his mouth in order to feast and tore at the fruit with his hard stony teeth “Less protected than I” The Chestnut exclaimed “See how my offspring hold close to my frame. Outside they’re protected with a fortress spines while inside of their carp they are soft linen lined. To the hand of the man, we do not fall prey and end up his banquet, his food or buffet.” The Fig and her young started to laugh Man is ingenues, you stupid old sod He’ll have you fruit and he wont spare the rod He’ll throw stakes and stones into you crown and all of your children will come tumbling down, to be broken and trampled and maimed my man’s feet and emerge from their armor in total defeat. You think your nipes better? Better than mine? Simply because they carry a spin? While gently we’re touched by the harvester’s hand Your saps will know nothing but the violence of man.
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