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No Sugar, no Cream
When the day has dawned we have spawned the children of the rose. The petals fall and the thorn does prick, but none the less the rose is still a rose.yet it's name be sweetened by sugar, by any other name it might be sour of hte lemon. To bud, to bloom, to wither, and to die. One must wonder why the weed returns. Fixed to surround a beauty, but pulled and put to death for ruining an image of prettiness.yet determined the weed returns unwilling to leav e the side no matter sugar or lemon. Although a stubborn weed is sooner noticed than the rose. The weed and flower, sugar and lemon destined to repeat the cycle. No sugar, No cream did you know coffee has a distaste for tea. It goes back to a tale from long ago, but it once was forgotten, so it shall never be known. Now don't try and remember it was forgotten for a reason. Tea holds no grudge for it is not shallow. The sugar substitute never sweetened the lies. Cooffe not equaled to tea with lemon, and the ice cooled down a once steaming situation. The waitress married the customer who ordered both coffee and tea. The sugar did rot, and the lemon did sting. He only wanted to weed the garden, but the weeds never returned. Now she only drinks water with a hint of lime. No lemon, no sugar, no cream.
