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Lemon Drop Sour, sweet, You melt with a soft shock Upon my tongue, Fulfilling promises winked at me Before I peeled the crinkling wrapper From your sunny shine. I walk into your candy store A starving, motherless child, Snatch fistfuls of you From the brass shelves, Shove you deep in secret pockets. For want of you, I turn to petty crime. Heather
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