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One lime wedge to another said, "Fate's blind!

Though I've been sliced, I'm dropped in here with you -

For, beautified by your perfume and rind,

This garnish tray becomes a Xanadu."

"Quotes Coleridge?" said the other, "Coup de foudre!"

And she made eyes as only girl-limes can

Twisting her cigarette in subtle mudras

That said "yes, please - you may" to her lime-man.

They smiled, knew passion, smoked more cigarettes

And sparked green envy in the other wedges.

They drank no jealousy, sipped no regret

And never had a chance to break their pledges -

For, faster than those lovers in Verona,

Both met cold death alone drowned in corona.