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Aug 2017
Mint leaves glitter down
the sweating glass
of sweetly, sour lemonade.
Each sip slides past
through the slender straw
with lemons freshly made.
Crystal Freda
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Crystal Freda  25/F/Louisiana
(25/F/Louisiana)   
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