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Though lately I have no impulse to eat an apple
 I understand why people do so
For humans are built in a similar fashion
All different variations for different paths
one rolls down a hill and one stays by the tree
one may be sweet yet turn sour with time
one may be sour but preferred anyways
they have a core with is covered in the middle with seeds
our cores are filled with logic and sometimes confusion
our seeds are our thoughts that permeate into society
planting our impact and growing our trees full of blossoming fruit
the sunlight fosters growth for the apple and the mind of the Poet
the apples have a skin which can be bruised or nurtured and cared for
the inside can be used for good - or it can be rotten
apples can be very high up or right beside you
but when you find yourself shining one on your shirt
preparing for the first bite of the day
remind yourself - you have a life inside you
you have a life that you share on the outside
just promise me one thing
the apple - if taken far from the tree
will always remember which tree it came from
for you may travel for miles
but you are always who you are
to the very detailed and impressive
core

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