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this is a poem i wrote for english, let me know what you think!
O Orange!
Corpus, Colour, Corporal, Cringe
Omni, Orhard’s ripe Orange
Dost thow know thy sweet suprise?
Sweet cold juices, wake the eyes
Pick’d from weeping Father Tree
Kneeling he once sang to me:
Orange Orange rhine of bright,
in the mornings warm twilight,
Dost thou know this rhyming song?
Know a life writhed good from wrong?
Wake in morn’, where children play
Sleeping night, which holds next day
In the field in which I’m perched
Light of sun has been submerged,
For within this youthful gay,
burns bright sons of yesterday.
O Orange!
Corpus, Colour, Corporal, Cringe
Omni, Orhard’s ripe Orange
Dost thow know thy sweet suprise?
Sweet cold juices, wake the eyes
Pick’d from weeping Father Tree
Kneeling he once sang to me:
Orange Orange rhine of bright,
in the mornings warm twilight,
Dost thou know this rhyming song?
Know a life writhed good from wrong?
Wake in morn’, where children play
Sleeping night, which holds next day
In the field in which I’m perched
Light of sun has been submerged,
For within this youthful gay,
burns bright sons of yesterday.