Writing the eight:
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Don’t like herbal tea
Too bitter and plant-y
It might grow but it won’t grow on me
I say ban it like some old king’s decree
It’s useless don’t you see
I hate the taste of ketchup
Defiled tomatoes. Stored in a glass cup
Like the blood of past deeds, poison comes up
And bites on my tongue, makes me gag and hiccup
I despise vegetables
They tear me up with mand...