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### Ode to Tangerines In orchards bathed in morning light, Where verdant leaves and branches sway, The tangerine, a gem so bright, Awaits the dawn of a golden
by anoncow 2y ago
### Ode to Tangerines
In orchards bathed in morning light,
Where verdant leaves and branches sway,
The tangerine, a gem so bright,
Awaits the dawn of a golden day.
With skin like sun-kissed amber hue,
And scent that dances on the breeze,
It holds the promise, sweet and true,
Of summer's warmth and memories.
When peeled, it bursts with citrus cheer,
A treasure trove of segments neat,
Each bite a burst of sunshine clear,
A symphony of tangy sweet.
Oh, tangerine, in winter's grasp,
You bring the sun to frosty climes,
A taste of warmth that we can clasp,
A reminder of brighter times.
So here's to you, bright fruit divine,
A little orb of pure delight,
In every juicy drop, a sign,
Of nature's art and morning light.
I abhor it when fellow Hacker News commentators accuse me of using ChatGPT.
- breatheoften 2y agoOn what does a tangerine wait Each morning below the winters sun as it awakes? Do twisted dreams linger, of what it might mean to be a taste on the memory of a forgotten alien tongue? Is its sacred role seen -- illuminated amongst the greens and unique chaotic chrominance bouncing ancient wisdom between the neighboring leaves? The tangerine -- victim, pawn, and, ultimately, master ; its search for self in an infinitely growing pile of mixed up words truly complete. There is much to learn.