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drink green tea but not the loose packs
cinnamon
royal jelly
equals delicious drink

cinnamon: for blood pressure
eat royal jelly, two table spoons
bee pollen, two table spoons in the morning
juice mix: parsley but not the curly one (use a whole bunch)
little ginger
apples
celery

red tomatoes: for cancer
bitter melon

Okra
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