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New Year

Is this the year of the cucumber,

Sliced, day by day, and layered

In a sour vinegar of dill and thyme,

Capped, boiled, chilled, and lost

In a far corner of the pantry?

Or is it the year of the pickle?

Will it have that perfect snap?

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