
It was like a beautiful spring morn
In a more innocent time
You were so clear, so crisp
So ... effervescent
And oh ... so ... sweet
I could hold you without fear
And devour your purity
No deception, no guile
No high fructose corn syrup
No erythorbic acid
(To preserve freshness)
I miss your sugar on my tongue
But now you are gone
And I can find no other to replace you
Your syrupy sister leaves me lukewarm
Thick and sluggish
When will you come back to me, my sweet?
The most underrated of all sodas...
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