I'm called by one, a main squeeze.
Am I a piece of plump dark-skinned squash?
Squeeze me, poke me, Tease me.
Fingers fondle all around me.
Born to be squeezed!

I come from the ground, you know that kind?
The GOOD brown earth gave me my birth.
I am called by one, a main squeeze.
Me thinks that I am, a piece of fruit.
Not yet fully-ripened but...I still store away
Many SEEDS of thought which live, way down.

Deep in the garden of my mind, and the harvest
of my heart.
I am called by one, a main squeeze.

I have been called by some,
Things that you would not believe.
I'll be called by them... a human being because,
God the father and the Son, and the Holy Spirit is seeing in me.

I am called by one, a main squeeze.
© 2002 Georgia M. McDowell
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