Green and dapple, apples, like ninjas, sneak out the branches when no one is looking. Oranges announce in green thick shouts that they are coming for juicing and joining. Lemons don’t care. Don’t even notice. Known too many Spaniards to not be bitter. But limes, ahh limes. They dance in winking in margarita.
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Fruit poetry - what a delight! Sir Farley... a gentlemen and a scholar gifted with literary range comparable to the great C.S. Lewis!