The Lemonade Poem

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Drinking “Sprite” in an Eastend “Greasy spoon”
On a hot day in May
Chatting away….
To Matthew, a pal
Refreshing is the glass of lemonade
Watching the bubbles rise to the surface
Just like the bubbles
we are all trying to get somewhere

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