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Behind a Vegan Moon

No one likes dead lettuce It must be crisp and cool And dousing wounds with vinegar Is certainly not cruel! For Vegans can not see Why lettuce choose to be On a different frequency Than Donald Trump might be A salad will pass away Shivering with cold today Disgusted Vegans will say, "I never heard lettuce pray"

Copyright © | Year Posted 2017




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