for love of an apple I love being an apple here she comes she never just grabs and chomps this is a special one she picks me out depending on what she feels big, little (she’ll take two) then she holds me looks at me coos happy sounds and then rolls me about between her warm hands excited to see me thenI get a warm
bath a little soap and all sudsy then a rinsing a patting dry now time to shed my skin she has a special knife she uses as off comes my skin in little curling pieces she doesn’t throw me out not this one she delights in crunching through each curled piece to the last then I get tidily all chopped up I love my beautiful white skin exposed in small white chunks I get all dressed up with some creamy yogurt and a small slice of whole wheat muffin mmmmm... best of allmy core the very heart of me she is now considering saving my seeds to plant in her small front yard just for love of me I will do something good here. Penelope Olive Prompt today: write a poem that anthropomorphizes a kind of
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