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Maybe Eat a Mango

 Maybe Eat a Mango The face is glum, the day is ho-hum, When the blues come a-visiting, And the heart feels heavy, When your footsteps are slow, And your mood is low, Maybe eat a mango. Nose sniffing the ripe fragrance, Senses awakening to yellow radiance, As water pours over the mango, A small corner of the soul a-washes, The knife carves out goodness, As it cuts into the mango’s tenderness, With wafts of sweet delight swirling the air. You bite into sunshine, gold, Your heart assumes the softness of the mango, Your face melts just a little, Your eyes unfreeze a smidge, The mango’s glorious taste consumes it all, The blues, the mood, the ho-hum Maybe eating a mango turned the day around.
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 There was a blue tiger,

Who walked through the forest,

With stripes of gold,

Finding somewhere to hide,

But neither grass nor plains had the colors of him,

And he roamed the land rather grim.


“I’ll camouflage no further”, said he,

“Instead I’ll stand out”, vowed he.

So he bought a red car and whizzed around town,

It brought him great joy to create a tradition his own.

But lo! The townsfolk saw what was possible,

Because the tiger had been bold to embrace himself. 


For today’s post, I figured I’d try my hand at some poetry.




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