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The month was June the day was hot	A
And Philip had an orange got	A
The fruit was fragrant tempting bright	B
Refreshing to the smell and sight	B
Not of that puny size which calls	C
Poor customers to common stalls	C
But large and massy full of juice	D
As any Lima can produce	D
The liquor would if squeez d out	E
Have filled a tumbler thereabout	E
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The happy boy with greedy eyes	F
Surveys and re surveys his prize	F
He turns it round and longs to drain	G
And with the juice his lips to stain	G
His throat and lips were parched with heat	E
The orange seemed to cry Come eat	E
He from his pocket draws a knife	H
When in his thoughts there rose a strife	H
Which folks experience when they wish	I
Yet scruple to begin a dish	I
And by their hesitation own	J
It is too good to eat alone	J
But appetite o'er indecision	K
Prevails and Philip makes incision	K
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The melting fruit in quarters came	L
Just then there pass d by a dame	L
One of the poorer sort she seemed	E
As by her garb you would have deemed	E
Who in her toil worn arms did hold	E
A sickly infant ten months old	E
That from a fever caught in spring	M
Was slowly then recovering	M
The child attracted by the view	N
Of that fair orange feebly threw	N
A languid look perhaps the smell	O
Convinced it that there sure must dwell	O
A corresponding sweetness there	P
Where lodged a scent so good and rare	P
Perhaps the smell the fruit did give	Q
Felt healing and restorative	Q
For never had the child been graced	E
To know such dainties by their taste	E
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When Philip saw the infant crave	R
He straightway to the mother gave	R
His quartered orange nor would stay	E
To hear her thanks but tripped away	E
Then to the next clear spring he ran	S
To quench his drought a happy man	S

Charles Lamb

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