Popsicle Lips
9 May, 2016
Author: Lamar Cole
Ponytail and spearmint gum is what I remember about my first love.
A lass of beauty to be proud of.
Popsicle lips that taste so sweet.
Coke bottle figure that couldn't be beat.
Silky hair soft to the touch.
Sparkling eyes that I loved so much.
A pretty sweet thing who had it all.
Beauty that radiated through the high school halls.
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