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^[[circled]]3770[[\circled]] [[stamped]] JUL 29 1924 [[/stamped]] FOR PRIZE CONTEST. [[line]] [[numbers are a running total of words]] Just from my hoe and feeling better, 7 My Atlee Dear, anf hence this letter, 14 Which comes to tell you canddily, 20 What Burpee's gems have done for me. 27 By working mornings 'mid my shrubs, 33 I'm now immune from mollygrubs, 38 While Tonics in the evening air 44 Soon dissipate all pesky care; 49 Then your fresh vegitables, you see, 55 Tune up my liver splendidly; 60 While far beyond my fondest hopes, 66 Your peas and beans and canteloupes, 72 And sugar corn and watermelon,77 And red tomatoes by the galon, 83 And crisp asparagus, so good-- 88 Such Menus cool and cleanse my blood. 95 Besides, they're cheap, and cut by half 102 High cost of living, till I laugh 110 At Profiteers; and then I sell 115 The overplus-- and prosper well. 121 Likewise, 'tis wholesome to be able 127 With flowers to glorify our Table-- 133 Sweet peas, pinks,roses charm all moods, 140 Assisting to digest our foods, 145 Their smiles uplifting heart of mine 153 From Nature up to Hand Divine. 157 All hail, Burpee, so sure to please, 164 Because he proudly guarantees 168 His seeds to sprout and never halt-- 174 So, if they fail, it's our own fault. 182 Then plant, eat, thrive -- remembering, Dear, 188 That Adam was a Gardener. 193 Rev. L.P. Bowen, Berlin, Maryland. [[line]] (My signature can be cut off if necessary