I love food when eaten fresh.
I count the minutes it was caught or slaughtered,
from the sea or slaughter houses as soon as possible.
The lion may not know, does that too.
I love my vegetables plucked and eaten, there and then.
I will try to be fastidious about eating fresh.
The majestic lion does that too.
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