You said I ought to drink,
Pure cranberry.
At one time I needed
Pure you.
The years` made you
Reserved and understandably,
Defensive.
They made me unknown,
Paranoid,
Looking for new beginnings!
You said I should drink
Pure cranberry,
To clear me (out) .
Right now,
What I think I need is........
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