Wednesday, 8 March 2017

I am like the birds of paradise, delicate, I am juicy and cold inside, I am spicy but not a hot curry, I'm a pumpkin.  You can carve me sad and happy, i'm a monarch butterfly gliding thru the sky. I am autumn leaves Swaying in the wind, I'm the orange fizzy goodness in bottles, I am the cheesy orange triangles in bags, I am the bouncing ball you take shots with. 

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