Apple Poem

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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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