Fin

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The parsley has fallen. Felled by its own ambition and arrogance. It has collapsed under its own weight. Like the Roman Empire and Napoleon, the parsley insisted on ignoring the lessons of parsley past, namely that no parsley should be that large, and eventually succumbed to the inevitable. Oh, Parsley, if only you had listened to the echoing whispers of the past, listened to what history has to teach us. But no, you had to continue to grow, way past the point of reason, and now the shame of failure, and ultimately, the lesson of humility. Romans, Napoleon, Parsley.


But, as is the way of things, another stalk is there to take the place of power. Growing tall, seemingly oblivious to the fallen parsley below and all it represents. Will this stalk learn from the parsley that went before? Or will it too collapse under its own weight, felled by its own ambition? Is my parsley a perfect symbolic representation of America? Only time, and the annals of history, will tell.