Sometimes when a carrot gets sad or lonely it delivers itself to a plantain farm; at the farm it says to the plantains "Oh Plantains a great sadness had befallen me what am I to do?" To which the plantains of the farm respond "Silly carrot you must become a flute tuned to concert A of 440hz and be played until the dusk of the full moon."

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Upon the hearth the fire is red,
Beneath the roof there is a bed;
But not yet weary are our feet,
Still round the corner we may meet
A sudden tree or standing stone
That none have seen but we alone. Still round the corner there may wait
Tree and flower and leaf and grass, A new road or a secret gate,
Let them pass! Let them pass! And though we pass them by today
Hill and water under sky, Tomorrow we may come this way
Pass them by! Pass them

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birb

my booty thanks the kind sir

*bites yer booty*

I gewd