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Oct 2018
Mango tree grows
along the roadside
none bothers to look
green leaves wave
asking man a favor.

Come the harvest time
every golden mango fruit
being sweet to the taste
unselfishly gives life a flavor.

The passers once ignored
the mango tree by the roadside
now so adamant to devour its juice.

Ever so green as the mango tree
leaves' chlorophyll cooks the honey
as it captures the sunbeam at noon
is sharing its blessing to fill our hunger
Written by
marvin m brato
156
     --- and Neuvalence
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