Fruits Poem By Goh Poh Seng -

Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I see tinned peaches from Australia, and apples from America.

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by Goh Poh Seng When I was a boy I ate fruits of the sun: rambutans hairy and red, durians kingly and thorny, mangosteens purple and white, and the juicy pomelo. Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I