He was tall and strong, 

Didn’t say much, just watched.

I would climb up the trees to get mangos,

As he would watch.

I would fall and he would watch.

I would wait for my share of those juicy fruits,

Yet I would never get any.

Being the smallest I would cry,

Then he would call me.

Taking me to his secret stash,

And letting me pick as many as I pleased.

He would then...

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