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Apples
He was like an organic apple
lying on a copy of Vanity Fair.
Sandy enjoyed any apple
as long as it was red,crisp
and unblemished.
She ate them with sharp cheddar cheese
while sitting down with a glass of Merlot
and a copy of The Sun in her hands.
Her friends wanted her to give this guy a try,
this organic specimen before her.
He's different,
they assured her,
he's polished,comes from good stock,
has superior taste.
But she found out that even organics
have blemishes,and this one
had been nibbled on before,
and his stem was nothing
to brag about. In the end
she wasn't willing to pay
a high price for an ordinary apple,
especially since she found out
the magazine he was lying on
was his wife.
