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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required An onion said, to a pepper fruit. How do you do, today? Without a pause, he added too It’s quite an age, dear you? How-do-you- do, lovely bulb -Replied, the pepper fruit Out there, I camped All season through, Pepper also adds, too. That aside, the onion said, More closer, the pepper stepped – Saying, what bothers you? Kindly tell, if this is true If truly our death is due! I hear of knives, I hear of grind – And this upsets my mind! Onion bulb! – Think not of that. Thank God, you have made impart. The world we live, is just like that, One day, – two friends must part! No! No! No! Humans are bad – We need to let them know! I dream of days, still yet to come, Greater things, I would love to show! Onion bulb! It’s always good – To do quick, what you could! The time we have, are far too short. Time is a rod, it rust! No! No! No! I don’t agree It’s not at home, at all with me. Time- Should be sold and bought! The best of time, listen onion – A well-spent time, it is. Just two gate entrance the world Birth and death, it is. Oh my God, I will soon be picked My brother has just been picked! Even you, your cap is gone, And still, you still don’t care. What else, what else – Can I, or do? Another phase, I head! No! No! No! I will make them cry Weep they, weep they like kids. Perhaps, perhaps –and perhaps, perhaps Humans, humans would heed! Rest in peace, dear onion bulb. I still await my death Of Grinding pestle and the grinding force. ‘’for every soul, A must is death!!!’’
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