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Sent as a detective solely,
To solve the mystery effectively.
I probed all the angles,
I knew the prize money dangles.
How did the baby tomato die?
Whom all to me did lie?
Was it the mother tomato?
Was it the villain hot potato?
Knew that the baby was safe inside,
Wondered then why her mother cried?
Then the mother confessed that out of joy,
That she squeezed her baby cheeks, ahoy!
By B.Raj Kumar
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