Mango Metaphor
Mango was sweet and sour,
The juice was plenty,
And began to pour,
Flesh was fleshy,
And also very meshy,
Consumed nothing remained,
Hard seed was forlorn with juice drained,
Skin was vestigial,
Thrown in a waste fall,
Life is like that sweet and sour,
With lot of juice,
Soon it is consumed,
Hard seed is called the dead,
deeply interred,
and it lived was presumed.
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