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Okay, you’re lacking in taste and you’re tough,

and yes, you stick between my teeth, but you’re

right for me, I know. You bolster my bones

and bring down my cholesterol. You shield

me from cancer and enhance digestion.

I can take you just about anywhere:

in soups or in salads or scrambled eggs,

smoothies, sandwiches, or as crispy chips.

Despite drought or flood, heat waves or cold snaps,

I can depend on you until snow falls.

Your leaves, cascading like a sea-foam green

chemise, lure me to your sumptuous bed.

You may need massaging to be your best,

but hell, the same can be said about me.

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