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Kale solely cured Aunt Klara’s carbuncle,
she preached that other miracles ensued;
bunions quashed, a toothache soon cried “Uncle;”
halitosis quelled, cancerous polyps couped!
Her leafy gospel spread to neighbor’s yards,
A lush, verdant, zealousness, a teal-tossed mist.
Aphids, cutworms, root maggots, a swarming sward;
Friends and family pruned, she’s now the Logo, Kalerist.
Ash to ash, Kale to Kale, pale holey grail,
Grocery store sermons to the contrite;
Two shopping bags replete with Kale, a veil,
To the ineluctable black and white.
A saffron beer truck sowed her in its wake,
a blue-green shroud, an ornamental lake.
