wodaA Poem by delapruchna.bought a fountain soda at a 7 eleven & after initially sipping it down in the early day when the ice held together, chilling the fizzy, traditionally carbonated liquid, she sat it down on her tabletop in order to get her daughter ready for when her father came to pick her up (was his day to have her)--- coming back to the drink hours later, she found the liquid once caffeinated & bubbly, now drawn out, diluted beyond belief & watery watery watery--- it was no longer the fountain soda that she loved, but rather woda now--- water + soda = woda. © 2012 delapruch |
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Added on October 21, 2012 Last Updated on October 21, 2012 |

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