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Jan 8
Oh, how sweet tea heals my soul.
What say I mix it up?
From a glass to a bowl.

With freshly squeezed lemon,
and ice that's so cold,
it freezes my hand.
This drink that I hold.

The days are so hot,
I cry and I plea,
"I just need my drink,
My darling, Sweet Tea!"
Blame Dr. Suess...
Written by
Carson Mia  24/F
(24/F)   
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     Anais Vionet and Carlo C Gomez
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