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Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Apple
Apple
I always wanted to be an apple.
My heart
Would be
Black seeds.
A black seed
Would believe
That someday
It would become
An apple tree
Would grow an apple
To be kissed
By an Eve
Who never knew
An Adam or God.
Duane Locke
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