Orange peels
The world of a girl who could kind
It's a world of okay
a world of enough
the only thing you can do is at the whisp of a brush
and everyone knows you can't
it's a world of no risks
a world of just fine
until you realize "the world is all mine!"
its an awakening of dreams that stimulates your senses
like the peel on your orange and the smell of success
you won't just rot
in fact one orange made penicillin and helped the world a whole lot
So with a sweet orange in your mouth and white peel under your fingernails
be that orange and take the world by storm
because you aren't just any orange
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