My Friends

This poem is for Project OpenBook, a community-built children’s book. Details below.

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I keep thinking of potatoes
Of those little Irish roots.
They have spots that look like craters
Covering their light brown suits.
They feel warm against my fingers.
They’re a friendly little bunch.
How I hate to have to tell them
That they’re going to be my lunch.
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Written by Richard W. Jennings.

Illustrated by Susanna Pitzer

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