If mangoes are in
I’m foodie
I’ll taste them here
And rejoice for years
I’ll have them raw
Then come on now
I’ll travel for times
And return for a bite
But me tasting them is never fading
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Mangoes are gold
And their colors are bold
Cut them into a roll
And you’ll eat them as rolls
If they are served in bowls
They are probably cold
But mangoes are mangoes
No way to not bingo
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But me I prefer them juicy
I devour them even more simply
I love seeing them partly naked
When the orange liquor falling down their skin
And their texture sticks my opulent fingers
As if they were gold glues
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Hot soil is for mangoes
Summer with no mangoes is fade
I’m out for some years
But I’m in for a long chat
if only mangoes are in
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I know them wild
Because I’m tropical
I’ll eat them naked
Because my mind’s a child
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I laugh when I see them
Because my mom’s Margot
Mango and Margot
I admire them both
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My mom introduced me to mango
I’ve liked it since
And I’ve loved her more even
Mango and Margot aren’t near
I cannot rejoice fully
***
Some sounds remind me of her paths
Some moments are partly alike our mango party
Some fruits are gold as them
And some voices are sweet as hers
I could therefore rejoice partly
And hope someday I could be near
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I know mangoes are often in our house
I recall how foodie I was
When I was in
I remember how happy we all were
When mango time was near
I wish I could be in
Since I'm out
I partly enjoy seeing them in pictures
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