May 24, 2017

Poetic Fruits

Published Feb 19, 2006
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I come in bunchessmall and big;
Monkeys love to eat me
and so do kids

I too come in bunches,
green, purple and red;
Sometimes I am seeded,
and sometimes seedless.

My walls are green,
my city is red;
with hundreds of inhabitants,
all dressed in black.

I think it is true,
I have heard the elders say;
An _____ a day,
keeps the doctor away.

My shape is famous,
My name rhymes with tear;
jewels are cut like me,
I am a ____.

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