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All The Trees Have Needles

When I eat apples, pears, I eat the cores, I know the pips have cyanide when I was a kid I planted an apple seed expecting it to grow in the hard red acid of my island only leave the stem suck on the pits of cherries, peaches, plums, for hours. These I planted too I know the pips have cyanide Kiwi fruit don't get peeled. Bitten in half, fur and all. I don't have the time or the patience I read that bananas are guilt free because their carbon footprint is minuscule these things consumables aren't from here can't grow here all better traveled than I am.
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Nov 16, 2010
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