Your'e ice cream and pie,
cotton candy so fine.
The apple of my eye,
A fine ancient wine.
Your'e Skittles and M&Ms,
Rolled into one.
A cold glass of beer,
When the day is done.
Your'e lemon meringue,
With a cold glass of milk.
Even if the stuff in the glass,
Turns out to be silk.
12/7/10 Alton Texas
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