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Dec 2017
Here is a plant that could cut your thumb
From a strange frond does it become
With its pieces cut fresh
It can disolve your flesh
We'll give it to you as a sign of welcome
I suspect the custom grew out of a misunderstood backhanded insult.
Breeze-Mist
Written by
Breeze-Mist  19/F/North America
(19/F/North America)   
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