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Oct 2019
no more apples, no more pears
the first peaches have come in
give me fruit with lots of hairs
that's dribbling down my chin

give me nectarines and plums
with no tooth breaking crunch
no more sore and bleeding gums
after every munch

let your taste buds all be thrilled
before its all forgotten
soon my pantry will be filled
with apples all half rotten
Written by
Arek  M/Adelaide
(M/Adelaide)   
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