Those Scattered Memories,
Down the strawberry Lane,
Marinated in Ripe Guavas,
Unwrapped like banana peels,
And I walked on them,
And fell in the mango juice.
I whirled with those memories,
I drank those memories,
And now again they mesmerize me,
Flowing in my veins,
Those fruity memories,
Those flowing memories.
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