An Apple
An Apple
An apple, a delicious fruit
A morsel of food to eat
Delicious with a taste to boot
Its shininess something to beat
So simple but beautiful
So cheap yet stunning
Can be very delightful
The thought of it gaining
In popularity to some
Who see it as their sanctity
It making them dumb
To make it become their prosperity
But others are left behind to themselves
And fade away with others’ selves
Written on December 17, 2019
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