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That Shallot
So every year she plants some seeds
She tends to all their growing needs
Keeping the soil free from weeds
Her tidy vegetable plot
No peas or carrots does she grow
Just Alium Cepa row on row
She won a prize in't Cheshire show
The lady of shallot
with apologies to Alfred Lord Tennyson
Monday 15th June 2015 7:01 am
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