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BLUE JEAN BERRY
There is a little purple stain on my denim jacket
It is from a blueberry so sweet and juicy it dripped
From my mouth, me not being the neatest eater
It happens
Soon I will wash this jacket
Maybe the stain will wash out or maybe it will fade
Like Proust, the sight of the stain brings back the memory
Of the time I had tea and blueberries
Blueberries so sweet and juicy they created a memory
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