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Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Ripened

Ripened!
But on a wrong tree done.
This hybrid thinks it to be pure,
And naturally sweet.
But the tree adopted it,
From despair.
And convince the nut...
It was a fruited pear.

And when the apples growing,
On the tree became aware...
They were taught to respect the nut!
Although they knew,
Never a pear would be there.

Yet,
Ripened to be spared,
From playful impatient squirrels.
Lawrence S. Pertillar
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