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A Poem: The Breakfast Banana 

She wanted to write, “The Perfect Banana”
But that seemed to give the banana an alter ego.
Staring at it hanging from the hook
With the rest of the bunch she thought,
“Why wait for it to ripen?”
In its pale fading limey green and
Lightly yellowed skin it appeared to be waiting.
If she let it hang the hues would pop-up leopard spots
Especially in this late July heat
And who wants to eat a banana that can run faster than you can.
Between brown and green lies yellow.
It’s a subtle yellow, not altogether bright or golden,
But rather soft and sweet. She thought again,
“To wait for something to ripen
Is to pass on the taste of surprise
And what fun is that?”

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