Fruit Tree
you have an
all american
i just ate
ma's apple
pie face
in civil war
North and
South but
now we are
continental
so lets go
below the
equator to
find what
makes her
tick and talk
to me muse
ically going
further down
continentally
to a fertile
triangle of
silt and
growth
both
her
and
me in
and out
and in mak
ing a connection
erecting civilization
beyond demonstration
of what was and of what
is to become as she is very
becoming
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