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The artichoke sits on my plate A vegetable that begs debate The novice may but sit and bristle when asked to eat the ugly thistle. The uninformed defy all taste And call the bud a terrible waste. But others, like the connoisseur Or grand gourmand, will all concur The artichoke of lovely green Is not a veggie to demean. To scrape the teeth against its leaf Brings utter joy, however brief, And when one bites into the heart Gastronomy is set apart! Now, as for me and this debate I find it wise to abdicate.
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