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Sep 2022
is often rotten inside.
Shiny red with golden highlights,
hanging by a thread
glistening moonlight.

You take a bite
and you wince.
You kissed a frog
not the prince.
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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