Sours really fast, I felt bad this last little bit, Rolling the nastiness over tiny tongue, In an hour, they will have better, I’ll put this in a bowl, At eleven seventy-nine, this Iowa gal will not open the door and toss, All the goodness is still there, Tart, Sour, Yucky!
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Val Whitewolf 