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Poem: Riddle #5

Poem: Riddle #5
by Jonathan Kraft

I am a delicious form
of something that keeps medics away
it’s likely that you’ve tried me
it’s recommended one a day

And when I’m cooked, and spiced
I go well aside a piece of pork
I can be eaten solo
And with a spoon or fork.

What Am I?

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