always available in every colour,
seen in the hands of even minors,
a traditional remedy,
flows with every melody
that sweet sour taste for every one,
it blinks, chimes and swirls,
and molests the youngest of girls
somethimes it is loathed
and times it's dotted
but always the king of the shelves,
a very notorious throat burner
and dangerous to every gas burner
its lethal and yet sweet,
not something to eat,
a lyrical liquid to make you go higher.
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