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Popsickle, sticky sweet; Can he taste the cold Violet grape separating From the warm wooden stick? Her penpal wondered Such things, as he stared At the popping-eye purple Envelope, and could almost Taste his American treat. The scent and color of Her tongue, tantalizing; Was he too young to be Fantasizing at sixteen. The violent violet volition Of his current position; He licked his lips as he sealed hers with a mint green peppermint Envelope and grinned ear to ear. Perhaps they will meet one day; Or will she remain a tasty dream?
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