Fruits Poem By Goh Poh Seng Online
Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I see tinned peaches from Australia, and apples from America.
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Their taste is sweet but my tongue remembers the old, wild, sun-tasting fruits. Would you like the "long story" — a full analysis of this poem? Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I



