I'd like my life
To have a tamarind tang,
A sharp hard hitting taste.
I'd like my life
To be apple green
Minty,like the number seven.
I'd like my life
To be pencil heels,
Slim and tapering to a point.
I'd like my life
To be well cut jet
Which glitters as it catches the light.
I learn to live
With this soggy old sock.
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i'm beginning to see what you meant by apple green.
you're not soggy. yet. and socks are not to be scorned.
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