Red Apples
The woman with red hair
Flings her arm up to an apple...
Red apples hang from every tree.
The artist thinks of Eve,
But we all see a loose woman -
Red tears drop down a sexy dress.
No Eve, she, but another woman,
Ready to eat an unreal apple
From an unreal, china tree.
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8/20/2015
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Contest - That is Sexy
Sponsor - Lewis Raynes
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Honorable Mention
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