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When Cucumber Comes

When cucumber comes to market ready Placed next to produce in the store In the company of strange vegetables Odd fruits sit there spoiling not happy Oppressed in dirty boxes every day they worry Declare war on items grown and green Things on sale that should not be there Cucumbers selling three for three dollars is not fare Fruits can not tell the truth or do arithmetic They don't understand cucumbers are only one dollar each Don't realize such things when packed away in storage Some vegetables are green and waxy Those are the facts They taste good and have a snappy crunch You do not have to pay taxes on vegetables They are placed on tables in a salad after hours That is what they were made for Not for war

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