In a lonely Tundra region,
Lichen vowed to fight
On an abandoned gravestone.
Her dream was to be useful,
Amid all odds.
She was from Poikilohydric’s family –
Known for their unrelenting spirit,
She knew she had to make it.
She defied ozone depletion,
Steered through the point of wilt
And recovered her turgidity.
Now,
All grown and beautiful
She ventured into business,
of manufacturing cologne.
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