What is the riddle of the pickle?
When a dill‑icious dilemma rolls into your brain, Give it a squint and a sniff—don’t let it complain. It’s puckered with questions, it’s warty with doubt, But PJLS sprinkles will straighten it out. Peace chills the crunch like a fridge set to snow, Joy adds the sweetness that cukes rarely know. Love hugs the pickle like bread in a jar— Boom! Your conundrum turns avant‑garde caviar. So pop that green mystery, give destiny a tickle: The answer was hiding inside of your pickle.
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