Round and orange, Like a sun in your hands, Conjuring memories, Of fruit salads and childhood ice treats. *** Named for it's colour, Or colour named for it? Nothing ruins a slice, Except maybe finding a pip. *** Whether you drink it, Pulp included or not, Or peel it or slice it and suck it, Some cant resist an Orange's segments.
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