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Jun 2019
Cherry Cola sizzling,
At 90, we were driving.
The winds roared in a whisper
As our lips smiled crisper.

I have never thought of loving,
To the point of no returning.
I loved Cherry-Flavored Cola,
Used to, Love Cherry-Flavored Cola.
Jared
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