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She's young like a berry

She's fit

Ready to be picked

Ready to be plucked

I bet she's sweet

They don't like overripe berries

Or green of underdevelopment

she's just right

I guess it's time

To let her go

She's itching to see the world

It's hard though

Still so young

My very favorite girl

Young thing

Dumb thing

Don't come home with a broken heart