If it smells like lemons bitter and cold If it looks like lemons sun-coloured nipple-dry “thanks for the cab” I'd say when the yellow-haired-love-of-my-life wants me kneeling at the bottom of his pelvic bone Or, Perhaps The sound of them hooves brought me back to a land of hope It smelt like lemons stinging feeling might bite! It looked like lemons sun-coloured nipple-dry orange-like but lemons ...
The last 3 letters of the spring
Just call it what you want.
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