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Ode To The Salad Bar
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Ode To The Salad Bar

The salad bar
Has seen its day,
But now it has
Become passe'.

I drive for miles
In search of one,
Since restaurants' fling
With them is done.

You'll find one here,
You'll find one there,
Like bones of dinosaur—
That rare.

Fast food joints had them
As a fad—
Now they're right back
To food that's bad.

I miss you, scallions,
Bits of cheese,
And ah, I miss
Sunflower seeds.

Adieu, adieu,
My salad days!
With you I wish
I could still graze.

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