Corn
YOU DO NOT NEED MUCH SPACE,YOU DO NOT NEED PLENTY OF ME,YOU DO NOT NEED TO BE RICH,A GRAIN OF ME PLANTED GIVES YOU HUNDREDS.ROAST ME,BOIL ME,TURN ME TO FLOUR TURN ME TO CORN FUFU,POP ME,I AM READY TO SATISFY YOUR HUNGRY STOMACHS .SELL ME AND MONEY I WILL PUT INTO YOUR POCKETS AND WALLETS.KEEP ME FOR SEEDS FOR THE NEXT PLANTING SEASON ,I WILL HAPPILY GROW AGAIN. I AM HERE PLANT ME,I WILL FEED MILLIONS.OH OH HUMANITY WHY DIE OF HUNGER.AFRICA,AFRICA ARE YOU LISTENING,I AM HERE PLANT ME.
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