13/11/2025
GIVE AWAY! WHO AM I?
First to guess it wins three months Free
I cling to a birch like a forgotten scar,
Black as midnight, tough as tar.
You won't find me in a shiny store aisle,
But in northern forests, mile after mile.
Witches brewed me, science joined late,
I flirt with your cells, with age, and with fate.
I'm not quite a mushroom, not quite a tree,
Yet people proclaim I give "immunity."
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