Category : Poems

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From here and there you can
pick them from the tree of life.

You can let them sit there
in a bushel basket of strife.

Letting heavy loads be 
deposited upon their brow

Or you can lift them up
and avoid the wrinkled scowl.

A shined up apple can reciprocate
with a delectable taste to relate.

© Copyright 2004.05.18 by Jean E. Gorney