it takes just one turnip
pulled up by a bored fella
under a clear sky
in south eastern Massachusetts
one turnip deformed
by a rock in the soil
looking an awful lot
like the 16th president
to set the imagination of a fella
ablaze with fantasies
about a Kentucky turnip
fighting for the freedom
of turnips everywhere,
and unifying the great
turnip nation.
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