Crushed
An orange’s tale is quite grim
At the hands of a man’s whim;
Just when the juice is at its best,
It’s either pressed or pulped to zest.
This sacrifice is not in vain -
For every loss there is a gain.
Once thirst is quenched and palate’s pleased
Let’s raise our glass to freshly squeezed!
June 17, 2020
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