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An Apple

  • Joanne Benedetto
  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

A filly takes an apple through the gate

Though it is rotting and riddled with worm

It makes no difference if the flesh is firm

She snorts and whinnies picking up her gait

When her boy holds out another to eat

And no harness can tame her happiness

Having a boy and apple to possess

For one is good and the other is sweet.

 
 
 

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