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Pink Himalayan sidewalk salt,
The gritty appliance we exalt,
Leaves silty streaks of rose and white
After a faintly snowy night.

Black tellicherry pepper pips
Dot the harlot's luscious lips;
Daintily dabbing away the soot,
She tempts and tickles her fare sehr gut.

Greenish lumps in the chickpea dip
Give the nibbler pause--see him take a chip,
Poke a tip in the gunk, risk a timid taste;
Watch him trash that tainted snack with haste.

Red speckles on chowder--hot, hot, hot!
The diner erupts with a geyser of snot.
Even the bees steer clear of bowers
Where crimson rouges the toxic flowers.