Perry Campanella

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Thy Orange

One hidden tree found only by foot,
nature produced this Orange Tree
our poet set under it to rest her feet,
in her hand behold one citrus treat
orange her Orange she pondered to eat,
while enjoying her fruit she wondered...
'Can't a rhyme for my Orange be sweet

so she peeled that rind to ponder
'this rind I can rhyme' for thee,
     yet In despair, no rhyme
for her Orange - only thee rind,
      so she began to eat
    her orange - Orange
             in defeat.

By Perry Campanella 2006