When the green beans on the vine are in danger of getting too tough and the temperature threatens to dip below freezing, you don't merely jump. You ask how high.
Beans, beans, the tyrannical fruit,
They force me to pick before I compute.
When the vines are bare, how good I'll feel,
With beans in the freezer for many a meal.
Beans, beans, the tyrannical fruit,
They force me to pick before I compute.
When the vines are bare, how good I'll feel,
With beans in the freezer for many a meal.
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