This was just a poem I wrote yesterday when my friend challenged me to write a poem about Tangerines. :)

I pull the peel away,

The sharp scent of oranges fills my nose,

I pop a piece into my mouth,

The juices are sour,

And yet somehow sweet,

My lips pucker,

Yet I like the soury-sweetness,

So I reach for another,

And then another slice.

The End

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