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Aug 2019
In my hand I hold an apple.
What a sweet delight.
In my hand I hold an apple.
I take a big bite.
In my hand I hold an apple.
I keep eating more and more.
In my hand I hold the core of an apple
It's not the same as before.
Adrian
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Adrian  Magna
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