what rhymes with morange?

sweet sweet potatoes orange and baking in salty sauce. miso gravy will love them, love them!

i float above the room, bathed in sunshine, filled with bush-tea. fallen leaves below me, singing to the orange light that streams through the curtains.

i'd like to dream a life. but then i'd like to live it. i am dreamer. i am dream.
you can be there too. maybe you're a stranger passing through? maybe you're my mother? maybe a teacher? stay as long as you will - you can come and go - it's all a dream, we're fast asleep.

somewhere there are moons. sometimes there are tunes. the lake hosts a beaver, a giant, some loons. and a red canoe. dreamin' up a red canoe. the love canoe...

i have some dreams in mind. i knew a woman who would sit on the floor of the round homes of her patients. her hand on their knees or shoulders, eyes whatching eyes, ear turned. she treated the healers, in beads and befeathered. she would drive mothers to their dying sons. she wept at her helplessness, but she helped, i'm sure, i whatched her.

i met a gentle man, as we floated, boated to a town where i was bound. he came and crouched with me, where i was writing in the gentle river rain. and he began to talk, and also listen. and he showed me his nails, and a tiny piece of his heart. he is a father, and so he should be.

a couple in a mountain kingdom. children in the yard, with spiral aloes and a thirsty dog. he a teacher, and once a communist. she learning the trade of drugs, who'd left all to be with him, and her past ugly but true in the violence of apartheid.

in this waking dream i'm off to eat my orange salty snack!