Bite (an acrostic poem)

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Been many apples down the centuries my friend

It is only the first one that got its own story made gospel

That’s what makes humans so much fun to play with

Every single time I try, I can get you people to take one more…

Ripe (an acrostic poem)

Ruby red apples hung low on overladen branches

It was a siren call of fall

Promising a bounty of crisp sweet-tart experiences

Embracing the essence of the season

 

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