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Fruits. The first of the fruits are the sweet ripe cherries, Then the low bushes with wonderful berries, Blackcurrants, red currants and soft strawberries, Prickly plant with gorgeous gooseberries, Sweet plums, greengages my eyes to delight, Wonderful colour that is so bright. Early apples sweet pears so pleasing, Then late apples and pears my eyes are teasing. Rows of grapes waiting in the sun, Picking the fruit is hard but fun. Then there are the fruits from tropical climes, Oranges, grapefruits and wonderful green limes. From further away pineapples too, Now this is a fruit for me and you. Exotic lichees from far away lands, For this fruit I would stand on my hands. Not to forget the bananas yellow or green, Truly a fruit that must be seen, There are other fruits, fruits galore, Many we have not seen that is for sure. But the fruit that is for me the Queen, Is the small ripe luscious tangerine? © Bernard Shaw [log in to unmask] http://members.chello.at/bernard.shaw/poetry.html http://www.postpoems.com/members/bern/