sometimes, like now
I pick an apple
to eat out of a bowl
on my green counter top
but I question if I
picked the right apple
or whether apples are more delicious with more apples present
and
whether the other apples
are jealous
not to mention
the other fruits
Wednesday, October 31, 2007
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I like this poem--ALOT--it makes me sad as well--it also reminds me of a Yackich poem about raisins--I think you can make it more lyrical tho--
Rock
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