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juice boxes

By SubwayBoi

Topics: Poetry Source: AllPoetry Original source

They come in packs of six or eight, They smell as sweet as juice. You can afford them everyday, Just use your change that's loose. There's apple, orange, and iced tea, And more delights within. They come in boxes small as cans, To drink them ain't a sin. They're fun, they're small, they're full of juice, They're often found with foxes. What are these magic things, you ask? They're what we call juice boxes.For three little maids from school. Written December 20th, 2001 © on Dec 20 2001 02:29 AM PST   0 • 10

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