So many apples on a tree.
They taste delicious to me.
Bobbing for them is fun.
I cannot eat just one.
Apple pie I love to eat.
It is such a yummy treat.
Homemade pie -- better than from the store.
With ice cream on I want more and more.
Cut up with peanut butter on,
In ten seconds they are gone.
They're red and green, big and small.
So many types; I love them all.
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Darla M Seely
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Perfect Little Pirate
The rough, sodden rope bit into her fingers as she swung over the roiling water far below. Reaching out with the toe of her boot, she managed to catch hold of the rain-soaked railing of the ship- and promptly slipped. Throwing herself forward, she landed hard on the deck, slamming her elbows against the wood planks. The sharp yelp of pain quickly bubbled into a laugh, and she rolled onto her back, laughing up at the gray sky as a torrent of rain washed away the soot covering her skin.
By M. A. Mehan 4 days ago in Fiction
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Gotta love 'em apples. I hardly get apple pies where I'm from - need to make an effort to learn how to make one now.