Sunday, May 24, 2009

My Apple Tree Comments

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I’ll tell you a tale, of the day that I was born
When mother pulled an apple tree out of our back lawn.
Then she sat down and ate it, not just the ripened fruit,
But the trunk, and the leaves, and the branches and the roots.
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Carol McCann
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Taylor Butts 24 May 2009

cool poem. a lot of thought went into this and it shows. nice work.

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ert edar 24 May 2009

whoohoo~ very nice job

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