It's my turn.

It's my turn.

A Poem by andrew mitchell

It's my turn.
Sadly, everyone
wanted a bite
of her apple,
until she was gone.
They found her core,
eaten.

© 2017 andrew mitchell


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ouch. bad image in my head can't get rid of. at least there were no worms or bugs mentioned. like riding a bicycle as they say ...

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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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