Orange
I'll tell you what color I think
beats all others, I give no wink.
Orange makes for me a great drink.
Cold with no pulp
Sweet juice goes down real fast, eyes blink.
I lift, I gulp.
Copyright © Alfred Berggren | Year Posted 2017
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