To live and to live to its fullest
Is what I say, the greener side of the bun
The toast to my life
No matter how fickle it may sound
Still planet earth is molded
By the greenness and all its obiquities
Never mind those nipped in the bud
For they too, have a story all its own
And all to tell.
To love then, the meat in the bun
Can be loosely or wholly
Green in nature
Depending on the nature
It was cooked, served and eaten
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