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The Pickle Poem 
 
 
 
There once was a man from Pickle-donia, whose favorite kind was a dill 
 
He's eaten about a million jars and he's not tired of 'em; he likes 'em still 
 
 
The juice is a little salty, and it's color a shade of green 
 
He once ran across a giant one, it was the biggest he'd ever seen 
 
 
My gosh that is one big Vlassic 
 
Destined to become a classic 
 
To be talked about for years to come 
 
Boring for certain people, but fascinating to some 
 
 
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Time has passed and I sometimes wonder about that pickle and it's fate 
 
Is it living happily every after? or was it on that hamburger that I just ate? 
 
 
 
The end. ;-) 
 
 
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