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progeny peas

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mature peas busting out of the pod, no more room to grow 
destined to roll across a plate chased by forks,
maybe sit in cans on shelves for who knows how long-
or stuffed in bags in cold dark freezers risking the cold burn...
the lucky ones though,
go back to soil 
& produce more progeny...
living on in pea memory. 

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