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Ode to a Pickle in a Pinetreeby Leila S. Goldberger smoked meat on rye When I spotted a Pinetree out of the corner of my eye So I said to myself, on that sunshiny day... "Self, take your pickle, throw it away!" Well, my response, I must say was excited in the least, So I grabbed my Dill Pickle and hurled it east!! "FLY Pickle! FLY! Be Free through the air!" Then suddenly, out of nowhere, the PINETREE WAS THERE !!! Oh, my pickle went crashing through the branches and trees; It, stuck there. Me, on my knees. My heart became heavy. I could no longer eat. After all, the Dill Pickle is what makes the smoked meat!  Leila S. Goldberger is a fourth year English and Visual Arts major at the University of Ottawa in Ottawa, Ontario.
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