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Rock N' Roll Pickle Party

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Pickled okra, pickled beets Pickled corn and pickled beans Of all the pickles that I see Cucumber pickles are the best Dancers, players, pickles Celebrating, showing their Vinegar tails, their garlic Smells – dill with a zest All the aspects of becoming A pickle worthy of munching A pickle devoured by the ones Who pick these pickles From the depths of the jar Where they linger, awaiting The chomping away, the day When they make their way To the stomach, consumed By the appetite of a soul Who knows that as pickles go This is the one who has found Its way to the final round With visions of vinegar seas It says its last goodbye to me The hands who picked it Then flavored it with vinegar Awaiting this moment, this time When it would find the last sign That it was the beloved pickle Who would forever be considered - The king of every other pickle – This is the rock n’ roll pickle party! It's A Pickle Party Poetry Contest Sponsored by: Mystic Rose Rose August 13, 2022

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