Their taste is sweet but my tongue remembers the old, wild, sun-tasting fruits. Would you like the "long story" — a full analysis of this poem?
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. fruits poem by goh poh seng
Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I see tinned peaches from Australia, and apples from America. Their taste is sweet but my tongue remembers
Could you clarify which you need? For now, here is the poem in full: Now when I walk the supermarket aisles I
It seems you're referring to a poem titled "Fruits" by Goh Poh Seng, but you've added "— long story." This might mean you're looking for a detailed explanation, background, or analysis of the poem, rather than just the text itself.
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