Tuesday, August 18, 2009

Ode to a smallish Apple:

You were bruised, battered,
and beaten before you ever got to me and my office.
So I put you on a pedestal,
watched you,
admired your beauty,
even with your bruises,
some seen and others not.
But then I used you, did with you ...what I would,
took control, made you mine,
and took from you everything you had to offer.
You were delish.

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