Tommy the Tomato Man talks to the troops ...
"Okay, fellow tomatoes ... this is it! Some of you will be made into spaghetti sauce, some of you ... tomato soup ... some of you will be incorporated into salads ..."
I am the only daughter, the only sister, the only ex-wife, the only mother of two ... the lover of one ... I am only myself.
Tommy the Tomato Man talks to the troops ...
"Okay, fellow tomatoes ... this is it! Some of you will be made into spaghetti sauce, some of you ... tomato soup ... some of you will be incorporated into salads ..."
Spring passes and one remembers one's innocence
Summer passes and one remembers one's exuberance
Autumn passes and one remembers one's reverence
Winter passes and one remembers one's perseverance.
- Yoko Ono, Season of Glass