Lemonade

Lemonade

I don’t want to make some lemonade,
Or meringue pie, or anything I
Can think of to make lemons fade

From a melancholy existence,
A soury fruit-filled persistence.

So I save myself the strain
Squeezing this fruit would be moot
As I’d rather complain in vain.

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