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A Sweet Girl by Ann Mosher

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A Sweet Girl

by Ann Mosher

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Her head, a bag of highly refined sugar

Her lips, a rips, always opening up

Sweet white sands, continually pouring

Flavoring everything way too much

Her candied chatter quickly puts me

Into diabetic shock

I crave sour pickles, bitter olives

mustard, pepper and lye soap

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