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Jan 2020
Olives are round

They don't make much sound

When slipped in a drink


Green or black

Think how far back

Man decided to eat

This little treat

Romans on couches

Those toga wearing slouches

Enjoyed them

Employed them

To liven their food

It would be rude

Not to give them some praise

So please stand up and raise

A glass

To pure class

[I give you the olive]
Written by
     Carlo C Gomez and Bogdan Dragos
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