Mangos Aren't for Me (poem written with Kirk and Ben- about their allergy to Man

1999-10-14, Maputo, Mozambique

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Mangos, a lovely fruit some say.
But when I see a mango, I want to run away.
For when I touch a mango, a rash appears to me.
Though the fruit is very lovely, I have an allergy.
The rash spreads like a fire, it's red and very hot.
When my friends see a mango, they remember that I ought
to stay away from mangos, because of what I've got.