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May 2018
Ripe little apple
fresh from the tree
bowed down to Newton
thinking life was a breeze

Fell with a crash
landed in mud
looked to the sky
hoped to be picked up

Well what did she know
but a small little bruise
had nestled upon her
after God's cruel abuse
Ek
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   Ciel Noir and Salmabanu Hatim
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