Past their prime,over ripe apples hang in the balance.Juice oozes, fruit drops to the groundbreaks open and fleshy mush spills.Bright sunshine illuminates spoilageas ants and maggots hover.I found a box, cleaned it out, and filled it anew. Past their… Read on blog or Reader lillian the home poet Read on blog or Reader How 'bout them apples! lillian May 2 Past their prime,over ripe apples hang in the balance.Juice oozes, fruit drops to the groundbreaks open and fleshy mush spills.Bright sunshine illuminates spoilageas ants and maggots hover.I found a box, cleaned it out, and filled it anew. Past their primeprofessors snore in ivory towers,deliver lectures heard years before.A ninety-year old senator stumbles,scheduled to serve until […] Read more of this post Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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