For mom In your last despatch to Tanzania you said, "Our son is going wild." I lead my brothers into an abandoned stockade And we steal cooking apples. Laughing, you said, "You know, Last night, I dreamed I really had the answer. I woke your father up and said. "It's a banana," Then we went back to sleep." Look. I hold this orange near to you now. Love is blind like this orange. And I wave its scent toward you, Hoping you will smell blossoms.
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