I love my lemonade sweet
same as the love I meet.
No sour puss,
always like to fuss.
Add a little sweet,
or a whole lot complete,
dump in the sugar bag,
sweeten up the nag,
or life might be a drag.
Got no life to waste,
wash out the germs with
toothpaste,
sweeten up my taste.
Sour fruit dealed,
bitter fruit so peeled.
Juice sweetened,
so as to be competing.
In lifes lemon game,
going down so flame,
rising up no shame.
Bitter waters flow,
honey up aswego.
Zara’s Bois:
When the powers-that-be make the decision to return a selfish party-girl to Earth on three missions of redemption, can romance and mayhem be far behind? One hot and trendy gay nightclub, two bickering angels and three unlikely p
all year round
Icy cold in a tall glass
As I read about "Lemonade Street"
Peace Brother & You Too Bernice
William
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Edwin