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    • Persephone Abbott
      December 15, 2013

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    The Theft of the Brussel Sprout Field

    It was gone, not even picked clean,
    But gone, where the field lay
    Crimped in between and downright mean,
    The old Brussel Sprouts’ bay.
    We held a party and dreamt of asparagus. 
     

     (Poem by Persephone Abbott)







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