End of the year is orange 🍊

It rolls and lands solid

On the table full of papers.

The winter orange ball marks its territory

And this restless time of the year.

Its smell is sweet and pushy,

Its taste acid and complex,

Its arrival a wake up call

after a year of lazyness.

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