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Poem



The Secret Pumpkin

I was growing a winner
And nobody knew
Not even my wife
Knew what I was up to

I bought some seeds
And hid them under my bed
Then grew a huge pumpkin
Behind the tool shed

I told no one
Of my pumpkin goal
It was a surprise for my wife
I never told a soul

She ll be so proud
When I win that prize
When she sees my pumpkin
She won t believe her eyes

The days to weigh off
Came down to eight
I was sure to win
And I couldn t wait

I got home from work
And my wife was baking
That smells great
What are you making

What she said
Brought a tear to my eye
I found a pumpkin
And I m making a pie

I ran out to the garden
And my heart really sunk
My pumpkin was there
But missing a chunk

She looked at me
With an unknowing stare
And said maybe we should have taken it
To the county fair
                               (c)
            Tony Hickman



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