Juice Box

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Her tiny fingers cradle the cube
Such a sweet and sugary taste
Grape flavor flows through the tube
More delicious than gooey paste

Her curious eyes widen with delight
Pure enjoyment from a straw
A drop falls onto her dress of white
She looks down and stares in awe

She watches as the purple juice
Seeps into the cotton fabric
Squeezing the last drops loose
From the precious box of plastic





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