(Dedicated to my dearest Anette, because she likes mustard)
A long time ago from now
I remember I did somehow
plant a tiny mustard seed
in the garden of another kid.
That kid was you, my dear good friend
and you'll see that in the end
the biggest tree in this land
is the one I gave to you, my friend.
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