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Apple of My Eye

You're the apple of my eye,
so, I'll bake you in a pie.
Oven fresh, I will greet you.
Then, happily I'll eat you.

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Anne-Lise Andresen

Date: 8/22/2025 2:06:00 AM

- Sweet poem, David :) - hugs

Sara Etgen-Baker

Date: 8/21/2025 4:29:00 PM

seems as if there's a hidden side to this poem which contradicts the wholesome of the applie pie image .....

Hilda Greenhough

Date: 8/21/2025 3:54:00 PM

A cute poem. I'm looking forward to a slice of apple pie.

Tom Woody

Date: 8/21/2025 2:49:00 PM

Hmmm this just feels weird for some reason. Like Hannibal Lecter meets Julia Childs

David Crandall
Date: 8/21/2025 3:29:00 PM

haha, it's something sick alright - under the guise of the wholesomeness of apple pie.