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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 4:47 pm
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teachers staple, snow whites poison, eves exiler, johnnys calling, american tradition, my fruit of choice.
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peeled or not. baked, or not. cut, or not. tangy, or not. sweet, or not, tart, or not. cored, or not. whole, or not. favorite, most definetley.
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from delicate pink blossoms from hard and green, from yellow or red. from spring, to summer, to fall. from seed to tree to orchard. from orchard, to bushel. from bushel to me. from me to my mouth. from my mouth to my tongue. from my tongue to my brain. and from there, it's all bliss.
ok thats it, i like them all, as simple as unelegant as they are. i need help choosing, and even tho i didn't leave a poll would any1 be willing to offer their opinions on which one is the one to be submitted?
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Posted: Sat Sep 20, 2008 5:41 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 12:26 pm
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Posted: Sun Sep 21, 2008 4:44 pm
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Posted: Mon Sep 22, 2008 4:22 pm
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I sit in the room, simple, quiet watching the sun shine on the bowl the red skin, the symmetry, the magnificence. I pluck the crimson orb from the top of the pile examining it, seeing no bruises or blemishes. I take a bite, letting the crisp flesh slide apart beneath my teeth, savoring it, not feeling the slightest bit of mealiness with my tongue. I take another bite, then another, feeling each tiny bit go down my throat between bites. Bit by bit, the skin disappears, then the flesh until the seeds can be seen. I place what was once a luscious apple on the table, then eat another.
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Posted: Wed Oct 22, 2008 1:14 pm
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Posted: Sat Jul 04, 2009 9:47 am
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