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   The greens in my salad,
   Do not look the same.
   Not lettuce or spinach,
   Can't really explain.
   The leaves are light green.
   Some are light,
   Some are fluffy.
   Some have hallowed stems,
   Like straws.
   I tried to feed the puppy.
   He wasn't having any of that.
   The cat meowed,
   Arched her back.
   No one was interested in my salad,
   Except me.
   I built a salad tower,
   Dribbled dressing down the sides.
   Now the tomatoes had some place to slide.
   Twas a castle with lots of sides!
   Cherry tomatoe on top,
   Became a boulder!
   Slid off.
   Knocked my fork to the floor.
   Reached down ready to create some more.
   Then Momma walked into the room.

   Momma said," Where did you get that salad I see?"

   It was a bowl on the table.
   I thought you left for me.

   Momma said," Those are weeds from the garden.
                         If you ate any your tummy will hurt!"

   Oh, my!
   I thought it was my salad that you had left by.

   Momma said," Perhaps you should throw it away.
                         I'll make you a better salad today."

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