Ten Apples Up On Top

by Krazy   Jul 16, 2007


Those precious items you hold
so close to you, you'd never let go.
To lose them would simply be unbearable.

Bright and shiny red apples
shimmering in lush green tree tops
Catching the sun just right, delicious

No one knows the fullest extent,
to which you love them.
Yet you'd do anything to keep them safe.

Perfectly crisp.
Cream of the crop.
Sittin' right at the top.

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