The Brown Sugar

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A non-dissolvable pollution, with an easy solvable solution

  

Imagine brown sugar, heaped onto a spoon

Stirred into a glass of warm water

A brown, sweet, spinning typhoon

Only the sugar doesn't vanish, it doesn't disappear

The heaps continue to be added

The water far less clear

The mound grows far larger at the bottom of the cup

But the spoon, it keeps on coming

With no sign of letting up

The water is now undrinkable, polluted by the sweet

And to remove the sugar now

Well it would be no mean feat

A brand-new cup of water is very quickly poured

So maybe this fresh clean glass

Is not where sugar should be stored

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