Glasses were sweaty in July,
so I wouldn’t pick them up
Mom mixed the concentrate perfectly,
but I wouldn’t pick it up
Warm juice in a wet glass
doesn’t cooperate
with me
I remember you, grandpa
only by the scratchy wool
of your suit holding me
while I had chickenpox
It made me feel worse,
as if I never would know intimacy
But I think I will love you,
in Heaven
Bloated, worn out and you're dragging the caboose
inside a sequoia log you just can't let loose
Miserable grumpy and feeling clogged
to embarrassed for help trying to pass the log
Prune juice, prune juice swallow a slug
in no time your body will be unplugged
be happy feeling light and floating up
just a swig of prune juice in your cup
The modern diet can weigh you down
sits in your stomach making you frown
Feeling slow and being sad
wanting release needing it bad
Prune juice, prune juice what you need
natures way of easing relief indeed
Lets you go screaming hallelujah I'm plum
with prune juice I'm fluid and done.
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XX is Female
XY is male
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Health and Fertility
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Muscovy and American Buff hydryds
where talked about.
Sceince would use two turkeys
2 muscovy duck
and two american Buff
to create a new taste.
Lacking the fishyness of goose
the gameyness of wild turkeys, geese and ducks
they looked to solve the evolutionary problem of
making a bird
that is cheap afordable
and willing to reproduce quickly and cheaply
for a public that is willing to buy.
"These species are genetically and taxonomically completely incompatible. Because they belong to different taxonomic groups (turkeys belong to the Galliformes order, while Muscovy ducks belong to Anseriformes), they cannot produce viable offspring"
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Do not donate to this Cause!!!!
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"if we start tonight
out daughter or son
could be born on the night of the Superbowl!"
Valentines Day!
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Pro. and Mrs. Steymmey and Dillgeldob Whoretense P.H.D.
I once swung from a tree on a noose,
but I was picked, and I rolled loose.
Yet it's times just like these,
when they put on the squeeze,
that I become fresh orange juice.
The irony does not slide past me. My favourite song became my reality in two years time. A song that I loved but didn't understand now sits in my head burned into my mind as something I understand all too well.
J-eweled
E-yes'
N-atural
C-rystal
A-nd
B-rilliance
U-se
A-rt's
N-ectar
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Monocrostic (Birthday of Jen B. Cabuan)
In ripe mango golden pulp
Pour cream half-a-cup
Mix a few shredded mint leaves
Add spoonful honey
Blend with ice, I make
Summer drink
Grand.
what an autumn juice!
beautiful dark sweet neat pink!
so natural way!
Staccato and tart,
blueberries on the Steinway;
Juice inflames the keys.
Heaven's the goal
He purifies my soul
And I lives by His quotes
Every moment I go down
I quickly arose
I'm heading to the post man
I don't want to lose
And faith envelopes
Thus I dream big
I'm grateful for His fig tree
that shades me from the drought heat
reaping the fruits the breeze flings
and replanting the seedlings
for abundance of riches
my soil is loamy
but the enemy
always sows his weed in
so much struggle and strife
but I rise and fight
won't stop searching for the light
in the darkest of the night
travel any kilometer,
no matter what's the height
my destination is blissful
and it's bright
In this journey of life
the storm builds my soul
I'm sailing with the Christ
obviously not alone
hardship is sinking
I'm submarined in the truth
pour out my heart in prayer,
I'm sipping fulfillment's juice
The Memory of Lemon Juice, Gaza 2024
The scent of leaves
we placed between our clothes
no moths would dare to eat
but these we left behind
the fruit we sliced, summer ripe
packed in salt and sealed
preserved for later use
among the rubble of our home
my mother squeezed one each day
the drink she said
which gave her strength
but did not save her from the blast
before the bombs began
no home appeared complete
without its lemon tree
we cannot see where ours once grew
now we live in tents
wait hours in line for rice and mash
with our battered begging tins
the only things we own today
we talk and dream of food
recall the taste we crave
of boughs weighed down with fruit
from the tree that blessed our lives.
I love the way she glows
As pretty as you please
But like the saying goes
The juice is worth the squeeze
It keeps me on my toes
Unlike some rare disease
But she's the one I chose
The juice is worth the squeeze
With her my passion grows
That drops me to my knees
But everybody knows
The juice is worth the squeeze
If I leave today
Know I'm in a better place
The pain while dying is quite my biggest fear
Taking xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx trying to relieve some stress
Crying deep within, you'll never see my tears
Life is a gift, but most times is a mess
Mom has said 'go to church', you'll find solace there
But I feel insoluble in large volumes of peers
I feel like I'm maize in a painter of beans
But when I sieve away, they start seeking for me
I know that they're itching for me
In bitterness and sweetness
They try to be indifferent
But I am the realest
I am the illest, what my soul has been dripping
It's medicine for sick fans turned haters,
Who've been neglecting
In this Journey of Life, I gotta stay on the move
And when it does ends, I'll be known for the truth
Whether or not I blow up
Whether or not I boom
I know I gave you my all, I'm sipping Fulfillment's Juice
Mango juice in summers
Aah,just delicious,
When I look to the juice glass with icy blast
My tongue flickers,to sip it, drink it,lick it.
My eyes shines like a baby
Who wants many toys and he got it
It's fragrance runs deep through my throat
Wanted me to drink like a lover
wants to suck her beloved from head to toe
When I bring glass near my lips
Saliva from my mouth drips
When I finally drink the juice
I get mesmerized like a lover lost in her beloved eyes
We can't expect to agree
nor should we expect to disagree
on everything
We can't expect to please
nor should we expect to displease
everyone, all the time
We can't expect to win
nor should we expect to lose
every game we play
Be we ought to demand of a man
~ Squeeze every last drop
right into the can
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