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Persimmon

Persimmons snow-capped peaks
Stand untouched and wild
On the slopes, reflections burn
From a light bulb to a hundred watts.

Legend walks: around the corner
Piles of wealth lie
Like, enchanted dragon
They are collected from time immemorial.

There are tangerines pyramids
And there are eight different kinds of apples,
There along the square window
There is a tomato wall

There are onions golden turnips,
As a selection, round and strong,
There the pumpkin waits patiently
When she hits twelve.

But snow flaming peaks
On guard, cold and wild.
While it's winter outside
Persimmon dominates the market!