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Mar 31
I’ve held them
in my palms,
felt the weight,
watched them ripen
and grow moldy,
forgotten on
the kitchen table.

What a waste
of good lemons
they could be turned
into lemon bars,
or lemonade.

But I never knew
how much sugar,
how much stirring,
how much time
it takes to make
something sweet.

When do I learn
how to
make lemonade?
Dani Just Dani
Written by
Dani Just Dani  24/M/Houston
(24/M/Houston)   
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     evangeline and guy scutellaro
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