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Orange Search – the search engine
colored by tangerines, marigolds and pumpkins proudly presents
a work by the eminent poet Julia Shire.
On The Color Orange
For ages, its haunted lad and dame.
Pens have danced around its name.
Long ago it was determined
Though many searched the sea and wind,
mined the earth in hope to find
nestled underneath the pines,
that which thousands still do seek,
a word perhaps bold, maybe meek,
a sound imbued with meaning,
for voices to call out, yell, to sing.
A useless, fruitless search,
as productive as a desert march.
For in no land, forest, meadow or plain,
does there exist what drives us insane.
Give up looking, put down that stone.
You will not discover the word intoned.
Put down your credit card and listen to me,
that rhyming dictionary does not hold the key.
The truth is a sad and simple fact
better accepted and left at that.
In no language, on no tongue,
waiting, held in, within no lung,
will you find, young poet you,
a word that rhymes with orange.
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