We are not oranges
so much is true
but we all love oranges
on a tree
or
a beauty
it addsa melody to life
all know it
we squeeze oranges
and the likes
what a sound sleep
then comes
as oranges bounce about..
has any one a doubt
so keep it in mind
all oranges are a lovely dream
we love the hand squeeze
as oranges we do
don't you
smile then
this lighter vein will do
more serious poem follows
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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