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AVOCADO
Were you in the ancient garden,
The blissful garden of Eden,
The paradise which mankind,
Is still trying to find,
For you are mesmerizing

They call you green gold,
For today when you're sold,
You fill pockets with dollars,
Rags turn into white collars,
Lives have changed through you

No fruit can paste,
Your delicious taste,
Your value is not ordinary,
It is real, not imaginary,
A fruit with multiplied uses

Your one seed,
Can fill and feed,
Generations and still overdo,
Your name is avocado,
The feeder, the green gold