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Raisins (late 90s)

Little juicy raisin,
you used to be a grape.
Now you’re shriveled, small, and ugly,
sitting on my plate.

Pop a raisin, eat another,
grab one more - that’s three.
Look around, you’ll never find
raisins growing on a tree.

Funkadelic raisins
singing soul with Marvin Gaye;
if you had the chance to talk to one,
what might the raisin say?

“I used to be so plump and pretty,
plucked right off the vine.
Now I’m gross and old and bitter.
I wish they’d made me into wine.”

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