PRELIIMARY
RUTABEGAS
A small town in the land of nowhere,
that's where the lady came out and gave
us beets. From her garden. Big, ugly
beets. It's an amazing thing, those kind
of beets - you'd never know it from a
jar. Myself? I wasn't really involved,
it's not my stuff. But the lady was nice.
And somehow we made other friends
there too. In fact, one's already dead.
It was only last Summer we saw him
last, and now, we go again and the
other fellow says he had died. Too
bad, and a true surprise.
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