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Sweet Kid

The lemon drop child looked at the world through sherbet fountain eyes. Her sour cherry lips spouting black jack words, whilst her mind was an aniseed twist. Her rhubarb and custard complexion and curly wurly liquorice hair Belied her treacle toffee soul No love heart there.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2012




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Date: 11/21/2012 9:31:00 AM
Ha I remember all of those sweets, memories hey and yet I don't like sweets, like thsi though xx
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Kaye Locke
Date: 11/21/2012 10:42:00 AM
Thanks Mandy!not sure all of our American friends will recognise all the sweets though!