To An Apple Poem by Totes Sheldon

To An Apple



Your colors come in many shades,
red orange yellow and green.
You sit there,
perfectly
completely unbeknownst to thee.
You my friend,
are in danger
and your life will soon decease.

Tuesday, April 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: apple
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