Cucumber I In a Pickle Salad-

CUCUMBER I IN A PICKLE SALAD-

O' I'm in pickle
found my means in a garden.
picked, washed,  cook,  LOOK!

I have evolved went,
from a cucumber to a,
pickle I’m broken.

so stressed out now I’m
being cut-up and placed in
bowl made of salad

cucumberly,  I-
found myself on this sandwich .
I'm in a pickle

fickle, fickle jam,
cut up placed beside crouton.
where’s the ranch dressing?



2/21/20
Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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February 21, 2020 at 12:44 PM
Hello james Edward Lee Sr. hey James can I have some salad? My friend have a nice day.
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