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Sweeter than sugar cane by a river.

And I bit into it

Hands sticky, and lips stuck.

See, our love is what they would call \"The Bee\'s Knees\" and honey, you had me stuck in a honeycomb

Pulled me from a strong maple tree, 

Like molasses

 

And threw me into a batch of cookie dough.

My favorite Ice Cream flavor

Melting through the cracks of your dry and cracked fingers.

Puddled in the palm of your hand.

Damn that Florida son.