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39 lines
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format: poem
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title: Durian
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time: 8.57 PM, 3rd August 2023 A.D.
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location: Esplanade Theatres, Singapore, South-east Asia
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During a durable durian season
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Tourists carefully took a taste
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Oh! Wheezing and sneezing
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Some abstained
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Durian, so divisive
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The pulp, so cohesive
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Its spikes, can't help but pierce
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Eat it thrice, does it induce tears?
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Run away from the porcupine-husk
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It gets solitude, at last
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A protective shell repels;
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Invites lovers; disgusts all else
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Durian, what is it?
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Must be some evil treat!
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Creamy flesh, pungent smell
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Don't complain about this hell
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Nest of centipedes,
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lay in wait
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Come ye, brave hunters,
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'tis not too late!
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It's harvest season —
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Who wants some?
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Durian-lovers —
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I bid you come!
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