Inheritance in Process

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My promised piece
Of paradise,
‘Tis what I’m looking for.
But if this gift
Was with receipt,
I’d return it to the store.
There’s grass indeed,
Not what I need.
I ain’t no munching cow.
And flowers fit
For bees which flit.
Watch your step or ow!
If this a joke,
I must declare,
I don’t believe it’s funny.
When I signed up
To come along,
It was for milk and honey.

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