[Red Delicious]
He grew an apple just for me
From seed to luscious fruit.
Where was I when plans were laid
To give the tree its roots?
Was I just a twinkle
In my Father's shining eye?
Had he made the heavens,
Hung the stars up in the sky?
Through all of space and all of time
He chose just one in bunches;
Only one for me to eat
In several noisy crunches.
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[Four White Walls]
Four white walls are the boundary of my universe,
A concrete microcosm lit by artifice and hope.
Words alone escape this realm
And only sleep transcends.
About the Creator
Dan X Catena
Life on the inside. I write for fame and commissary jelly.
@dan.unchained
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