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The fruit juice became so angry and fitful
Seems there was no more room, in the crystal
Because the oranges battled, to take their place
But instead, they wound up taking up space
All over the counter, and onto the floor
The fruit juice just couldn’t take anymore
It became so erratic, it had to be distilled
Now it sits in a pitcher, in the fridge, being chilled
April Writing Prompt: Spasmodic juice – Day 18/30
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