She's not made of sugar and spice
For she is made of flaws and blightsHer soul is sarcasm and wit
But her imperfections made her blithe.
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Sweetened Coffee
PoetryYou are every grain of sugar sweetening my bitter coffee. A collection of romantic prosaic poetry. Written by Nathalie Regacho #41 in Poetry
Thirty-ninth cup
She's not made of sugar and spice
For she is made of flaws and blightsHer soul is sarcasm and wit
But her imperfections made her blithe.