I am a delicate and exotic fruit,
My bloom has come and I long to be plucked;
I might be a polished purple plum, a darkly demanding damson,
a naughty nectarine, a tantalizing and teasing tamarind -
perhaps a perfect proud peach or a rosy redcurrant cluster.
I must soon be devoured, for I am in my
prime: plump, fresh and firm, juicy, just right.
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