These are excellent vines.
They come from America.
Won't you buy some?
They are resilient and versatile.
So fine for mushroom baskets.
So strong for welcome mats.
So loyal to make flags with.
Please buy my vines.
My master will beat me
if I don't sell them all
by sundown.
Every strand comes from America.
America! Where there is freedom
to grow and fruit like a vine.
America! Great farmers who
grow rich from their fat soil.
America! Where the mailman
delivers your vote.
You can burn these vines
in your stove.
For warmth, or to heat stew.
They are very aromatic.
And lucky, too.
Tie one around your
true love's neck,
and they will never stray.
If you will buy my excellent vines
I will throw in this
excellent
red plastic bucket.
For free.
See, the sun is setting.
I don't want to be beaten again.
In America, I think,
they just throw these vines
in the trash.
And no one gets beaten.
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