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Apple Picking

by Alex Rose

Apple after apple fall from my hand,

He catches them all, filling his basket one by one,

Down they go, crisp and red, warmed by the suns gentle kiss,

He never says hurry,

Never says I’m doing it wrong,

Just waits there patiently,

Catching them one by one,

As apple after apple falls from my hand.


My name is Alex and I've been in love with the written word since I was 7, I use writing to help me understand this crazy world we live in and reading to help me escape it.


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