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Jul 4, 20221 min
By: Andrew Xiao
Among the sun-kissed tassels
That were waving in the wind,
Not one of them could ever hold
A grudge against our grins.
Ground into powder
Then transformed through heat;
Their selfless sacrifice has led to
Such a sweet treat.
Yet those of us who taste upon
This sacrifice with glee
Can only give it through ourselves -
When we make it be.