Oh orange, grown and nurtured pesticide free
organic you were destined to be
I saw your healthy glow from afar
and selected you especially for the beauty that you are
Brought you home and began the wait
Anticipation grew as I considered your fate
Then the time finally came
your deliciousness for me to claim
Oh no! You are gone. I call your name!
It is Stan that I blame
Listen to the reading of Gary Soto's poem Oranges.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=izmrDDXYsGM
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