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
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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--
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