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Mar 2020
Mango
High on the tree she grows
Mango
Too high for me I suppose
In all of her colors: Orange, gold, green, red
Let it go, fade away instead

Mango
Safe in her leathery skin
Mango
I never knew how to begin
But one thing in common, as I sink my teeth
We both hide the sunshine underneath

Can't hear no sour talkin
You were always sweet to me
When I grow tired of walking
I have a sit beneath the mango tree
NiTSUDD
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NiTSUDD  Cumberland
(Cumberland)   
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