The Lollipop
When I eat a lollipop, I think of me as the Candy and my dear freind Emily as the stick. Every lick I take, we get farther apart, I lick, I lick, and finally there is no more candy and the stick is left alone.
When I eat a lollipop, I think of me as the Candy and my dear freind Emily as the stick. Every lick I take, we get farther apart, I lick, I lick, and finally there is no more candy and the stick is left alone.
Your subscription to The Christian Science Monitor has expired. You can renew your subscription or continue to use the site without a subscription.
If you have questions about your account, please contact customer service or call us at 1-617-450-2300.
This message will appear once per week unless you renew or log out.
Your session to The Christian Science Monitor has expired. We logged you out.
If you have questions about your account, please contact customer service or call us at 1-617-450-2300.
You don’t have a Christian Science Monitor subscription yet.
If you have questions about your account, please contact customer service or call us at 1-617-450-2300.