Thursday, April 30, 2009

Mandarin Juice

Mandarin juice, early in the morning, how the dew sticks to you, you smooth edges, how can they call you a rectangle? Literally, put you in a box? Your edges are too smooth, too delightful to the ‘rub’. Aah, so juicy, so quenchy, I love you, be with me, be me, my mandarin juice, three dollars fifty.

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