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Apple Poem

March 6, 2009
By hunter ruhlig BRONZE, Rockford, Michigan
hunter ruhlig BRONZE, Rockford, Michigan
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Crunchy, crispy, apples
The juice going down my throat
And dripping down my face.

The flimsy paper like skin
And shiny red gleaming skin
With a smooth and waxy surface.

The rough, bendy stem
The hard feeling of the inner core
With the hard shell seeds.



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