Cauliflower Parmesan
I hear the chicken‘s still long overdue
Cauliflower parmesan
Fresh cut from the garden
Taking what I have into my hands
Inflation rages, battles drawn
Life as we once knew it
Will not return for quite some time
Institutions come and gone
Who could have believed it
So much depends on one another’s graceCivilizations come and gone
Who could have then perceived …
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