Where Tootsie Pops Now Lay: a Romantic ConTEXTING poem

On a bed unmade/is a grape tootsiepop laid!The bed where/
you-we once laid bare/
is now wrinkled, again./
I stare,/
and wonder, and then/
ask, and ponder:/
Do I care/
if I’ll ever make it again?

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