Sometimes,
When I first put a blueberry into my mouth,
It tastes like feet.
And then.
Each blueberry tastes different once I actually chew it.
Sour, sweet, feet; each and every one is different.
I suppose I can most closely liken this to the way boys are.
On the outside they all have stinky feet,
but somewhere inside each one is a sour or a sweet soul.
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