Poetry

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Tomato now is cherry.
And carrot's name is baby.
I get confused, very.
'Cause I found my strawberry.
Looks like it's mine, 
But never was.
And this is kind of scary.
It's small, you cannot find too many.
It's taste is not like any,
And always smells so charmy.
That is, indeed, the only;
The only wild strawberry.

I'm a chef in Iceland and I prepare sushi for whales, puffins and seals. Also I have big arms.
Give me a short story plot and i write you a poem.

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