they have a certain tang,

a certain tinge,

maybe it is the orange within that makes them sing.

bits of joy to ingest,

a sunshine wine, I drink into my weary rest,

my thirst for sweetness it does sate,

its nectar now my soul does gain,

as my lips are kissed by its citrus grain,

it's dripping drops fall like summer rain,

they leave me laughing, yes, quite insane.










The End

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