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By RebeccaBeth_88 Date: 2009 Jul 15 Comment on this Work [[2009.07.15.21.56.383]] |
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They take me out of my box, Peel off the layers, Find who I am within. They take their knives and carve me, Cut me into sections, Throw away the pieces of me they don't like... When you find me, I'll be freshly squeezed. What's left of me will be before you. Whatever the color, whatever the flavor, Just promise you won't drink me all at once. |