I hear it, it’s calling me.
“Onie. Onie.” It whispered to me.
Go home and live humbly.
Till the soil and make your hands dirty.
Now, hear please me.
Come and believe what I say.
I haven’t gone crazy,
but why are laughing at me?
“Onie. Onie.” It whispered to me.
I’m not deaf to not hear it’s plea.
So, I sowed my dreams, watered it daily,
and hand-picked it sweet berries.

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