applegeddon

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applegeddon ( a poem about apples, can you read … ? )




the orchards nod in sort of bobs as absent doctors crumble pie

the rain aloft is pips & sobs as maggots scrump the cider eyes

the carts they dart with sunken hearts

& toffee tears for what draws near

we'll beat the wasp at any cost for harvest tide & cyanide

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