Orange rhymes with Door-hinge
Orange, you are a beautiful liar.
Pulling me in with the brilliance of a sun.
You promise to dance on every taste bud.
But each promise is a lie
and each taste bud runs in fear.
For your flavor is bitter
like an Amish father who's children all left to experience the world
and never returned to Lancaster.
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