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Crushed

An orange’s tale is quite grim At the hands of a man’s whim; Just when the juice is at its best, It’s either pressed or pulped to zest. This sacrifice is not in vain - For every loss there is a gain. Once thirst is quenched and palate’s pleased Let’s raise our glass to freshly squeezed! June 17, 2020

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Date: 3/3/2023 7:32:00 PM
Cheers! Very funny, Maggie.
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Date: 2/15/2021 9:31:00 AM
Maragrita, congratulations on your win in Brian's contest with this beautiful write _Constance
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Date: 6/23/2020 2:19:00 PM
I'll drink to that! The perfect way to start a day with some freshly squeezed orange juice. Sounds quite refreshing, Maggie. Hope all is well in the far north. Hugs, John
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