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a mock Mediterranean orange
was contemplating
the view of San Tropez.
a brassy passing cumulus asked
if getting so much sun
wouldn't thicken one's skin
to a disagreeable extent.
"by seed and stem
you have a mouth on you
that needs attending"
"sorry, mate ... can't stay
and return you your due.
i'm off to Toledo.
toodle-oo!"
"off with you then, cheeky lout.
what a brutish sort clouds are."
Kilimanjaro nodded solemnly
to a deferential giraffe.
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