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p id="5a05">That first sweet bite changes sulks to smiles and lethargy to lust.</p><p id="2cb0">This is the time for picking apples cupped in your careful hands</p><p id="b05a">while the fallen ones bruised and battered share their secrets with the land.</p></article></body>

This Is the Time For Picking Apples

A poem about that first bite

Photo by Aarón Blanco Tejedor on Unsplash

There is no fruit to startle the mouth like an apple newly plucked.

That first sweet bite changes sulks to smiles and lethargy to lust.

This is the time for picking apples cupped in your careful hands

while the fallen ones bruised and battered share their secrets with the land.

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