Murcott Tangor...Yummy, That....

no, not a cat....
and
doesn't rhyme with much, at that.....

there's languor, Bangor, walks with swang or
out all night...suffers a hang-o'er

OK...more.....I'll admit as much.....
so...add to this...it needs your touch...

me, I'm off to have another....
let loose a clue? ....no...ask your brother.....

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