Apple Picking - Double Tanka
It wasn't just some,
the entire orchard was ripe!
Crisp fuji apples...
they would taste so good... maybe...
But I can't reach those! They're high!
I climb the ladder,
reach for an apple - and fall.
Come on! Grab it now!
Yay! I got it! Mmm... it's good.
Wait... is this the wrong orchard?
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