If historiaster who is not botanist says the sprout is a safe garnish for plate, I would have him taste first and, then, for ten minutes wait.

A fricandeau needs a salad small for some colour and zip; if greens kin with shrooms, though, sup may come with a trip.

A halcyon path, on the other leaf, sets life untouched and free, where rain and sun incite growth to potential, even if not to tree.

Born humble and well-rooted, which way will time have stem bend? Hope has hoity-toity left behind with nobility nourished in the end. ; )

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