When i encountered her, i figured
she was an apple.
She was round,
red in color,
ripe
and she looked... delicious.
" Yep " i said to myself
" she's an apple, alright. "
So when she told me that she didn't fall
from the tree directly above her
I thought.... hmmmm, well...
ok
then... where???????????
" Oh heck, noooooooooooooo-o-o," she insisted
" not THAT tree, no way. uh-uh, nope."
Whew
I was glad to hear THAT...
because from what i could tell
THAT tree had some.... issues.
and me? i would make the big mistake
of believing a story-teller AND the story told...
" That an apple could rock and roll it's way
across a farm.
Travel down a road.
Park itself right under a bad ju-ju tree
and act like fresh produce
to some wayward passer-by
that doesn't know beans about apples
or beans
or some LAW discovered by one
um..Mr. Sir Isaac ...uh, Olivia-John-Newton. "
ouch !
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