Yellow Mango
Ripe mango. Succulent mango
How bright your yellow glows
Sweet mango up on the tree hang
How sweet you'd be on my tongue
I wish i were a monkey
I'd climb up and pluck thee
Lucky you, my dear mango
that no wind blows
and my breath can't do
what does the wind too
If my words could turn into stone
hurled at you, you'd be my own
Man go O man go
Your name spells so
Never will i heed that
Your root shall be my mat
Untill a merciful wind ride
on the wing of time
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