Maybe I'm too picky?
But I thought I asked for peach.
I'll survive however,
cause fast and slow it beats.
The source that brings it falter;
Dear me it is those feet.
When Thrust into cool water
Turn to a shade of pink.
Now living on this lovely side
we can finally see
that there's no way they could have tied
for this is what is green.
Nothing is as sweet
as the parting gleeful line.
Oh how it knocks me off my feet
this sappy substance mine?
With a cherry red balloon,
and a whimsy little poem.
Hold on tight and don't let go
there's no more need to roam.
yours truly-nolle.
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