THE MANGO GROVE

I know a place in my own little space
Lambert my brother and Aunty Sac
Ripe pears and green gauges I’ll taste
Not many know my place it's not a waste
A disgrace no for I come first in line
Sometimes knotted like a ball of twine 
Friends worry not cause it's just fine
To dine on mangoes taste like wine

Hidden in the grove of Grandpa’s cove
Don’t try to move he will disapprove
Dates and sharp bullaces of all places
Tasting it just lit up on their little faces 
On Victor and Carrol's rare pair of aces

The mango grove has not moved its grove
My childhood memories picture the cove 
My grandpa is dead yes no one to reprove
Sweet mangoes damsels and bill breeze
Together like cherries on top of each other

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