Falling In Love

This is a tale written by my friend Sydney and I, sparked by the love we share for our new-found friend.
The Indian Mango.

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 Alfonzo, Alfonzo. Where for art thou Alfonzo.

Deny thy taste buds of thine juice, a rich color of chartreuse.

Cometh thy rains, come the end of your mango days.

The thought of life without you is hard to bare,

Comparable to cutting you open, and having to share.

Tis difficult to grok why you must leave,

Why you earn so much talk,

Your reputation is impossible to block.

Alfonzo, dear Alfonzo,

We know that when the monsoon does shed,

We will be left unfed.

Denied of your sweet nectar,

We'll have to settle for your cousin Hector.

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To follow Sydney and her adventures on this trip, visit her blog at

http://sydneykamen.wordpress.com/