They labeled me Strawberry,
But I’m more of a Cherry.
My bouncing red waves,
Hid well my bitter aftertaste.
With pungent sweetness,
I rise to only the most vivid fruits.
The strawberry is smooth,
Seedy, sweet, but immemorable.
A cherry, now, is attitude.
When one eats a cherry,
they linger on the bittersweet
taste,
for days.
CLR
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