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Wednesday

Orange

If the world really were an orange; the sun a mouth burning for refreshment; that cosmic palate would find this fruit under-ripe and swollen with sugarless juices, full of pips – an eternity of pips – as membranous and thin skinned as four-day-old soup and querulous in the teeth. But, ultimately, great for digestion.
Comments: sounds more like a pomegrante than an orange--a rose by any other name...
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