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CECI N'EST PAS UNE ORANGE A Parisian orange lay bang in the middle of the street. I couldn't have avoided it this orange of all oranges lost & stranded but still as big & bold & bright as a new found sun in an unknown solar system. It invisible to all bicycles cars and feet. A cat gave it a cursory glance. The soundtrack of Paris happening just off stage. Now everyone had vanished except me & this orange. Somehow it found its way to my head & unraveled itself in a concentric spiral a swirl of orange peel & white pith like a Can-Can dancer's skirt. I ate it. Oblivious to everything else my first French orange. A Parisian orange lay bang in the middle of the street. I couldn't have avoided it this orange of all oranges lost & stranded but still as big & bold & bright as a new found sun in an unknown solar system. It invisible to all bicycles cars and feet. A cat gave it a cursory glance. The soundtrack of Paris happening just off stage. Now everyone had vanished except me & this orange. Somehow it found its way to my head & unraveled itself in a concentric spiral a swirl of orange peel & white pith like a Can-Can dancer's skirt. I ate it. Oblivious to everything else my first French orange.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
CECI N'EST PAS UNE ORANGE
CECI N'EST PAS UNE ORANGE A Parisian orange lay bang in the middle of the street. I couldn't have avoided it this orange of all oranges lost & stranded but still as big & bold & bright as a new found sun in an unknown solar system. It invisible to all bicycles cars and feet. A cat gave it a cursory glance. The soundtrack of Paris happening just off stage. Now everyone had vanished except me & this orange. Somehow it found its way to my head & unraveled itself in a concentric spiral a swirl of orange peel & white pith like a Can-Can dancer's skirt. I ate it. Oblivious to everything else my first French orange. A Parisian orange lay bang in the middle of the street. I couldn't have avoided it this orange of all oranges lost & stranded but still as big & bold & bright as a new found sun in an unknown solar system. It invisible to all bicycles cars and feet. A cat gave it a cursory glance. The soundtrack of Paris happening just off stage. Now everyone had vanished except me & this orange. Somehow it found its way to my head & unraveled itself in a concentric spiral a swirl of orange peel & white pith like a Can-Can dancer's skirt. I ate it. Oblivious to everything else my first French orange.
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Sep 7, 2019
Sep 7, 2019 at 5:04 PM UTC
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