Through This Potato's Eyes

Absolutely no one: _______ Me:

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Through this potato’s eyes,

Flowers and leaves are my disguise,

From a lurking rabbit as he tries,

To taste tubers under dusky skies.

For him, my stillness does imply

Harmless are my roots to excise.

For McDonald's, Wendy’s, name your franchise,

My starchy bits are made for fries.

Flooding waters, Mother Nature’s surprise,

Unearthed, I, the potato, am baptized.