Our broccoli always thrived at home in Pittsburgh, so I am at a loss as to what is so different now. I had to cut the pathetic sprouts last night before they turned into flowers; I managed about a half cup on the kids' pizza for dinner. That isn't much of a return on four months of work.
"I've given you sunshine, I've given you dirt. You've given me nothing but heartache and hurt!
.... what do you want from me, blood?"
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I was coming to post a comment that said, "Feed me Seymour!", but then I saw you already tagged this post "little shop of horrors"
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