Printed from WriteWords - http://www.writewords.org.uk/archive/11963.aspout of the Fruit bowl
Posted: Friday, November 18, 2005 Word Count: 74
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Red yellow green underneath shaded clouded planet that suddenly stops spins snaps its own stem clean off it falls from the tree smacks Isaac Newton in the eye a blue poppy grows out of his socket and his white curls drop loosen like blankets in wind while fairies of dandelion heads cry and fill childrens hair and apple cores rot in fastforward and new seedlings push open young toes as they eat eat eat.
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