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Here I am,
Sitting in a dish.
My brotheren on both sides of me,
Just waiting to be chosen.
To some its a competion to be best,
To others its a honor.
But to me,
Just a little lemon like me,
Being looked at makes me giddy,
Getting touched makes me feel liked,
But being chosen,
Thats different.
If me, Out of all the other lemons,
were chosen,
I would simpley over flood with joy.
That first bite, cut, or slice,
Would make me die.
But die in peace and happiness,
I will.....
- by vampire_melanie2000 |
- Poetry And Lyrics
- | Submitted on 03/10/2010 |
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- Title: the Lemon
- Artist: vampire_melanie2000
- Description: this is a little thing I made up when I was hungery for something sour, and sure enough, a lemon I foud in my grasp...hey, do you think I should make A different version in the point of the person eating the lemon?
- Date: 03/10/2010
- Tags: lemon
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