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When archeologists dig up the bones,
it's not likely that any of them moans,
"Forgive me if I have you mis-gendered."
Apple trees are by their fruit remembered.
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H/T to An Apple Is Always an Apple by Milt Hankins
Copyright © Jeff Kyser | Year Posted 2022
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