Mellon
Five years was between us
He knew how to live, I was child
Like always, that day, he
Took me out; held the leash
We ended in market
In mass were fruits and vegetables
He ordered a Garmak or melon
With a knife was offered after weighed
Slices he cut, ate and gave me
The seller was happy to have seeds and skin
That is how the life worked in childhood
Things have changed as movies, Hollywood
Now living in cold land of North Pole
Melon is like a show, Broadway, New York
I feel bad for skin and the seeds
Best way out, if I buy, is to take, have it, eat.
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