of words and babbles
Tuesday, January 7, 2014
Sense Poem
When I think of a lemon
I can see its shining yellow skin
I can smell its juicy flesh
I can feel its smooth skin texture
I can taste its sour acidic taste
Ah, it makes me wince
Just by thinking of a lemon
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