Oh you orange rooty spherical spindle
Let me pull you from your earthy home, peel your dirty skin and save you from the gopher's jaw
How I love you raw
Also in soups, stew and steamed but never creamed
I'll take you juiced with fruit, shredded, grated or guillotined into medallions that lay about like coins
A counter top treasure counted for good measure
Waiting for my tossed salad
A carotene ballad
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