He was new
I thought I was dreaming
There were others like him
But he was different
Like a mabolo
He was so edible
Though I had not tasted
His skin so brown
And mine so white
Would make the perfect match
Or so I thought
But I would not know
Unless I tried
And tried I did
And vowed never
Never again to taste any other
But my special Mabolo
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