Today the moon is orange.
I don't like oranges.
Not orange juice
(way to much pulp)
Or plain oranges.
I don't like the smell.
I don't like the texture.
Orange soda is my least favorite
Orange flavored candy isn't nearly as good.
But tonight the moon is orange.
I like oranges.
For now.
Author notes
I was bored, so I did a freewrite thingy. The topic was orange moon. It turned out to be more of an orange rant. Kinda. I don't like oranges much, except I do like to wear orange clothes...
Tell me what you REALLY think or face certain doom!
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I love orange. I love oranges. I love orange juice. I've decided orange is my favorite color. 
Just shows that we are different people. Course, you don't like mushrooms either, which are awesome.
Poem-wise, I really love the end of this, at first it just feels like a rant, but then it becomes something awesome and super cool because of those last three words. I love the feeling. Freewrites can be amazingly freeing, and I really like this.


