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Poems For The Joy Of It... by John G. Peters
Lemons may be bitter and cause one's lips to pucker,
Just squeeze one in your water and have it with your supper.
Bite into one and you will find yourself waiting for a moment of bliss.
Just as one does when one is waiting for a kiss.
If selected by a lemon lover, they may do with me as they please,
If I could only be a lemon, I would mot mind a squeeze.
I could be a lemon pie, or be squeezed onto lemon chicken,
But I'd like to be squeezed by you... while my bitter heart is still tickin.'
Poems For The Joy of It
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