Apples
Shiny red skin,
Tiny little twig,
The delicious crunch,
The mouth watering juice,
Take a bite and you taste buds begin to dance.
Once it is gone you have a seed.
Plant the seed and you shall have the apple once more.
Copyright © Courtney Hallett | Year Posted 2009
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