I Am Confused.
I always thought Love grew
Whole from the ground.
All you had to do was
Find it,
Pick it,
Brush off the dirt,
And take a bite.
Now they say that if you find Love like that,
You will soon be left with a pit again anyway.
It turns out that I have a Pit in hand.
I ate the fruit too fast it seems.
I'm a nervous eater.
And suddenly I see a lifetime of pits (piles and piles)
If I don't plant this One and grow a Tree.
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| The Fruits of the Earth by Edward Detmold |
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