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Pious As Lettuce


The hungry pilgrim
Ponders his attitude to
Building a salad.

“Iceberg, Little Gem,
Romaine make me feel holy,”
He says, “Lettuce pray.

“I give thanks and praise.
Fireworks across my tongue.
Ripened tomatoes,

“Beetroot and radish,
Spring onion and watercress …
Love them one and all.

Only cucumber,
Being bitter by nature,
Disagrees with me.”

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