Dates
What a taste,what a taste these dates?
The fruit not from desert but heavens gates,
Old and date back from ancient the dates,
In rich taste the fruit a poor's mate,
The seed very hard like some hearts,
Sweet the flesh to refresh passing dust,
No one hates,sweet,small dates pure,
In size to size dates a healthy and cure!
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