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The Orange

? when an orange drops from the tree in my garden i do not leave it in the soil to rot but gently pick it out and wash it and place it in the fruit bowl . there it stays upon the kitchen table as if made to be admired ! and when it cannot be admired more (having somewhat lost of its appeal) i do not throw it out as all ungrateful mothers' children do i eat it and Thank God
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Mar 28, 2015
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