Plump green olive
soaked in brine,
glistening sleekly,
a clue sublime
of tangy mouth
pizzazz divine.
Abundant fruit
of ancient time,
meet your fate
and be mine!
Darker cousin
of the brine,
black and wrinkled
in bed with lime,
an aquired taste
I opine.
Puckered cheeks
will bring to rhyme
salty pickles
preserved in ezine.
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