An Apple

A filly takes an apple through the gate,

Although, rotten and riddled with a worm.

It doesn’t matter 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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