sweet fruit of dates
adorn my tiny room
everyday I wake up
I pick one for sweets
I wonder why ants
won't come and share
yet it's very tasty
I will take one more
for this morning to
pump me up for colds
I play with my tongue
tracing wrinkles crevice
slowly taking out sugar
to bare pit, hard seed
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