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Wednesday, May 28, 2008

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I gave my love an apple,

My love, she took a bite;

It was the finest apple

From the tree of sweet delight.


My love, no longer hungry

Tossed my apple in the air;

On the rotting ground it came from,

I'll find my apple there.
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3 comments:

  1. MariaJune 3, 2008 at 1:59 PM

    And there you will also find
    the one who summons you beneath
    the soil, the drunken kiss,
    the scent earth and jasmine.

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  2. FireblossomJune 3, 2008 at 6:32 PM

    *grins*

    Thank you for the response in verse, Maria!

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  3. AnonymousSeptember 15, 2012 at 1:53 AM

    "My love, no longer hungry"

    Ouch.

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