Lemons - Poem by James Pritchard
They say if life gives you a lemon,
to make a drink.
What if you need seven,
and mix it in your sink?
What if they are bitter,
like an old lonely man?
Or make you whither,
like grass in the Sand?
What if you have no sugar, to make them sweet,
and you never have, a sweet thing meet?
What if you over use the sweet thing,
like the over-sized bling-bling?
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