On the vine I shall grow— living light, lying low. When my flowers burst and bloom buzzing bees begin to loom. I'll take shape in seasons time, climbing up the fencing line. I'm likely roasted or stewed in soup, my gutty cousins get the scoop.
What am I? Answer: Squash!
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| From the squash's perspective. |
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