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Sep 2019
Bananas
are such
sweet pieces
of fruit.
They are lean
and bend
to the weather.
But too soon, they wither
away.
Brown spots
upon their skin
soon turn
into dark spots
inside their vulnrable flesh.

I prefer
to be
an apple.
Round and shiny,
crunchy skin,
and sometimes sour.
But robust
and resistant
to rain.
Brown spots,
after a fall,
are simply
cut out
of their juicy, fresh flesh.
Brigid Sparks
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