It clings to stems, like green tendons
raised and nurtured, it hangs from birth
stubborn, pride of the family tree
its sour youth ferments its mirth
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A masterful piece of writing, Kevin! I'll be thinking about this one whenever I encounter lemons. BTW, the taste of lemons is always used in hypnosis.