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The Durian Tree

there at the foot of the hill stands a lone durian tree - tall, strong and stately; from its branches hanging fruits with oval, spiky rind prickly and sharp as nails; the foulest smelling fruit on earth the durian crop it makes you throw up; but crack open its shell then you shall uncover food of the gods under; tasty and rich and sweet milky, loamy and creamy aphrodisiac to so many; stinky fruit but most dear to those who do not care about its rough covering; so very difficult to grow this delicate Asian tree say experts in pomology; cheers to all good people who, like the durian fruit, may appear ugly outside; yet though they may stink are so beautiful inside where it really matters.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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