
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?
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