I love grapes.
I hate olives.
If I ate a small,dark,
grape,
But thought of a black
olive,
I might taste an olive.
I venture to say I may
Like the olive.
Life would burst with a
new meaning, I may prefer
opera to cinema and caviar to
calamari.
Really?
Hell no!
A grape is a grape.
An olive is an olive.
And olive grapes.
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