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Words feed themselves
ALL WE ARE PARTYING
The cucumber was invited to a party
It is one vegetable that is always in a pickle;
Wanted to keep cool and hearty.
Cauliflower and onion were in a fickle,
The onion had been a little peculiar
The cauliflower wasn’t worth a nickel.
Some hard-boiled eggs brought white vinegar
They wanted to thrill and relish the moment
While the beetroot was totally singular.
Lastly with gusto arrived the only opponent,
The green pepper flourishing the ostentatious hat
Yet for it, there will be no conferment.
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