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This apple has amnesia.
Do not eat it.
It has forgotten who it is.
It has rolled too far from the tree.
It is a descendant of the apple that
My mother told us
Would keep the doctor away
But it only made me sick
Because it was laced with DDT.
And later glyphosate.
No longer the apple of my eye,
I lost faith in this apple, this app.
Its function stumped me,
At the knee.
My eyes are finally open
I have pruned in many orchards
But none of them bear
Any resemblance to that pseudo-paradise
Where I tasted the ruined
Fruit of life.
I am no longer
Fooled by appearances.
I used to be a good student
Studying for the test:
Apple: ". . . the round fruit of a tree
Of the rose family
Which typically has thin or green skin
And crisp flesh . . .
Regurgitate: Apple: . . . the round fruit
Of the tree of life . . .
And now I would like you
To meet her family,
The Rosaceae family:
There is Almond.
Hello Almond.
And over there
Shining golden in the sun,
Is Apricot. And now
I would like you to meet Cherry.
Nice to meet you Cherry.
May I eat you without fear
That you will turn on me?
You see,
Well, I guess it's obvious,
I have been hurt before.
