Just puts out lots of roots, sitting in a pot.
I think it is pretty, most others; they are mean.
The hate the winkled brown, and ignore the green.
I found it in the bag one day, with a little growing eye.
My mother said it wouldn't live, but clearly that's a lie.
I put it on my dresser, with other oddities.
Fossils, wood, fun rocks, and a few dead bees.
For now it sits there growing, it's bigger every day.
I think it is beautiful, no matter what you say.
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