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Man, I Love Fruit

Some go for ripe, the fresh deemed selectable,
Ignoring the type that is truly delectable.
Engaging with the first healthy, reaching hand
They shy away from the aged, those ready where they stand,
Those who are blind to a mature melon’s taste,
Will leave it to rot.
But because of me, not to waste.

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