Late one night while I lay sleeping,
Came a caller slowly creeping.
Deep within the cerebral cleft
An evil seed, by Death, was left.
The pressure grew as days went by.
The Reaper knew that I must die,
And yet he filled me with false hope.
To cling to life, I'd grab and grope.
Then came the day for me to die.
I saw the reaper standing by.
He started to laugh, but then grew dumb.
I too had seed... and a dark green thumb!
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