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Melonie
Sipping my coffee,
Short black and a bit sweet,
I toasted the women,
That keep me on my feet.
Then as I glanced up,
I beheld my true want,
Of a woman whose glands,
Still do me haunt.
So I now drink my coffee,
White, stong and quite deep,
And savour the flavour,
Of two sweet large heaps.
