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Artificial sweetener

Poetry By: Chrysta


Submitted:May 18, 2009    Reads: 123    Comments: 4    Likes: 2   

A cupcake,

cloying as can be.

Sweet it did seem to me.

Bite I did.

So swwet that it made me queasy,

eating it was not easy.

Down a lump in my throat,

with an aftertaste so sour.

There is only one bite left to take.

My cupcake,what foulness within did you bake?


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