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Maturity

The apples ripen red, delicious
On the tree
Then fall
Where animals feast
And insects crawl
And creep
Under their skin
Rotting them from the outside in.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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Date: 10/20/2014 3:38:00 AM
now i have to say a fine piece of writing
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Kaye Locke
Date: 10/20/2014 4:02:00 AM
Thanks Liam!
Date: 10/19/2014 8:01:00 AM
- Everybody must get food :) - Great poem, Kaye! - Happy Sunday :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Kaye Locke
Date: 10/19/2014 8:12:00 AM
Thanks Anne Lise. Hope you're having a good Sunday too!