Making Lemonade
Today, my lemon tree is dead.
"Plant a tree of oranges or peaches".
In their consolatory speeches,
that's what my friends said.
How low it is that I've been laid -
I can no longer do what I have done
since I was very young.
I can't make peaches into lemonade.
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