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[sid] => 18983
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Amongst the Apple Trees
[time] => 2003-06-13 16:05:00
[hometext] =>
[bodytext] => When I was a child, I used to play amongst the apple trees. Squash the mouldy ones upon my sisters head. I would eat the ripe ones before I went to bed. Now I have become an apple. A dead one laying on the ground. Soft, Bruised, decaying and dying. I lay there until the new leaders come along And squash me under foot without noticing. If only they came here earlier. I was in my prime and so very sweet. They would have wanted me. They couldn’t have reached me. They would have noticed me. Now I give myself to the earth. [comments] => 3 [counter] => 356 [topic] => 13 [informant] => ed [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 10 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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