Marbled like the acropolis,
you are also fresh like the acropolis.
That is.....
not.
Golden proportioned though you are,
crisp and new you aren't.
I still love you.
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A slapdash flight into a world of poems that should not exist. Big Red, a lone crusader championing the cause of the the fruits, the veggies, against criminal foods who operate in a world above the healthy diet.
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