O-Orange πππ’πππππππΌ
(2025)
By: Miss (Makeda) πππ’πππππππΌ
O-Orange
The name of this poem is O-Orange.
Early this morning I ate sliced oranges and they taste we'll.
The oranges was my breakfast.
The sliced oranges tasted kind of cold on my teeth.
Oranges have always been my favorite fruit to eat.
Everyday gets better and better.
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