A small poem about how and why you should enjoy what you make or what was made for you.
Smootha, even coola then Big Red in yo kitchen.
Sweet as you make it. Pick your flava for you to savor.
Get it before its gone.
Your brotha or sista may want what was made for you.
No more koolaide in da cabinet. Now what are u supposed to do?
Copyright © 2011 by Lloyd Emery. All rights reserved.
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