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A fallen apple hopes her mother tree will take him in again.

Hoping for Another Go-Around

by HarryT

I'm a young apple hanging from a delicious tree She came in her dark blue bibs and big yellow straw hat Glanced at me and said, you're still green, not ready for me I ripened to a radiant red, sweet as could be She passed by again, and said the goldens are for me Autumn came, dressed in rich tawny, orange, and yellow But no one came to take me home; I began to spoil, Turned coffee brown, orange breasted robins pecked at me My once luscious yellowish flesh was bitten away Blacking, blackening, I was left hanging, just my core Withering purple winds severed me I fell to the snow white winter ground Rotting to a very fine gray dust Hoping for another go-around.