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By Eva S., 7A
 * Ode to my Lemon Smoosher**

A large gray metal contraption, resulting in the lemon’s liquefaction. Little seeds cast away, quartered lemons die, right before the naked eye, only juice can stay.

Squeeze the citrus, its mashed remains please-us. Filter the pulp. Horse shoe bottom, upon the table we lean-on. Dreams of juice drowned in a gulp.

Elephant trunk, puts the lemons into a funk. Memories of Grandpa Mo. His love of fruits, veggies and other produce, and how he helped to make people flow*.

And now, as I squeeze, hoping to please little mouths that water. I pummel lemons with ease, and think of the cool Nebraska breeze, and of my deceased grandfather.


 * he was an urologist