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Boiled Cabbage and Me
My father liked
Cabbage
But didn’t like me
He swore blindly
By it
Eating it every day
Boiling the life
Out of it
As he did with me
Monday 12th May 2025 3:05 pm
Marriage is llike a Cabbage
Marriage
Is like a cabbage
Your need to strip back the outer leaves
The vibrant green is just for show
The sweet and tender flavours
Are developed deep below
It’s not for everyone, but it’s versatile
It can stew, can be raw
Fundamentally they’re identical
The heart lies at the core
Tuesday 30th January 2018 11:11 am
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