Green Apples

stop looking for the cucumber slices in the fridge,  i ate them
they were slightly frozen crisp and cool, very enjoyable
there are green apples on the kitchen table
they are tart with a slight sour
we ate all the golden delicious apples yesterday
the store was out so i got green apples today
you always seem to want things that are not there
if you won't eat the green apples i will
but not now
i am fully satisfied by eating all the cucumber slices.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2023

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