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I didn't say anything when he told me that high school was a "bowl of cherries" ripe for the taking.
He wouldn't have found it funny had I told him that, "cherries reminded me more of his paloma than anything else."
So I kept that to myself and matched my stride to his.
And even though my papaya is fruit,
it tastes nothing like the marketed flavor of mere cherries.
They don't sell the true cusuco.
El ninos don't know el oso from la coneja.
Y nosotras are those as well as zorros.
With a hand in his pocket he smiled,
and licked his lips at passing freshman.
And I knew he'd go home tonight to find himself a yucca pelada.
A swelling banano colorado.
So I matched my smile to his.
He wouldn't have found it funny had I told him that, "cherries reminded me more of his paloma than anything else."
So I kept that to myself and matched my stride to his.
And even though my papaya is fruit,
it tastes nothing like the marketed flavor of mere cherries.
They don't sell the true cusuco.
El ninos don't know el oso from la coneja.
Y nosotras are those as well as zorros.
With a hand in his pocket he smiled,
and licked his lips at passing freshman.
And I knew he'd go home tonight to find himself a yucca pelada.
A swelling banano colorado.
So I matched my smile to his.