Life is not a bed of roses,
But each time you touch me,
I come back to childhood,
So sweet and soft,
And I'd like to taste it all -
Your warm embrace, fresh like mint cookies,
Your kisses, fuzzy like lemonade
And your love that tastes like licorice.
Licorice
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