Green and Sour, the kind that make your mouth water Climbing up and picking only the good ones, No holes, ripe, complete and almost perfect. that’s how I picked you. I climbed up, wrapped one arm around you and with the other I plucked you, I know a good one when I see one.
Reason for writing:
I was thinking back to my childhood days and the special relationship I had with an apple tree in my backyard ....there's someone in my life right now that reminds me of all the good things in my life.
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