Lemons for you, for me – it’s a lemon song,
Every fruit is sour that you can not reach;
Just like those days that sometimes come along,
If this tells you something I hope it can teach:
That crops of this earth are tasteful or not,
You pick them or eat, which you prefer?
If lemons are the sole fruit you’ve got,
I hope their sourness you always can bear.
Lemons, altogether – their sour shall last,
But freedom for all to choose what they like,
For selection and variety go hand in hand;
Be it young or old, be it slow or fast,
Each compartments in your life, you must dike
Up – make available – label and brand.
Sonnet 154, The Lemon Sonnet
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