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THE -KADOTA FIG 



On Thanksgiving "Day or Christmas 



Day 



Or any day 



And have not near enough 

 I call upon you, my friends 

 Plant me 



Plant me by the thousands 

 I will bring a blessing to you 

 And to all mankind 

 Do not be afraid of too many figs 

 Such a thing cannot be 

 In the J. C. Forkner Fig Gardens 

 There will be ten thousand acres of me 

 This is a bagatelle 

 To the increasing millions who must 



eat 

 There could be dozens of J. C. Forkner 



Fig Gardens 

 Yet untold numbers in America will 



be born 



Grow to manhood's estate 



And pass away never having tasted 



my fruit 



I know these things to be true 

 For I have lived 

 Since the beginning of Man 

 In all the world today 

 There is not produced enough of my 



fruit 



In any one year 

 To make two ounces 

 For each of the world's inhabitants 

 And yet when planted in the proper 



place 



I live forever 

 I have no disease 

 And for Six Thousand years 

 I have not failed to produce a crop 

 Each year 



Copyright 1920, W. Sam Clark 



