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Our poet be thee,
set, too rest her feet,
under thee full o'le orange tree
in her hand an orange, eyed too eat,
Searchin' her brain she wondered...
'Can't a rhyme for thy Orange be'
she peeled thy rind in wonder;
'this rind can be rhymed by thee'
1) In despair, no rhyme wow-we
2) for thy orange
3) only thee Rind, thus there be
4) ?
(why these two lines are empty)
1) ?
She began to eat
her orange...Orange
in defeat. :)