Oranges

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What is it about oranges that truly is deranged?
Their scent, their peel, their zest, what makes an orange strange?
Not only a color or an acidic fruit,
The orange is beautiful like a whimsical flute.
The orange, she is perfect, there's nothing to add,
Without armor, she's pretty, especially clad.
Take a look at an orange and soon you will find,
A gorgeous, juicy object in a dangerous bind
For who would want to eat and devour Something so faultless in its ripest hour?





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