Buying Herbs

The parsley of the rich are all

Pristine

I've never seen

Such beautiful parsley

Nary a spot on these

Trefoiled leaves

Somehow resistant to wilting

Unlike the kind I’ve seen

My mother chop fine

After picking out all the

Mishaps

You have to be careful

When you’re downtrodden

Nothing can be believed

Until you’ve given it a thorough

Rinse

Nothing is fully good

Or fully yours

You have no one to trust

No moving drawbridge

Welcoming you in

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