Death Of Apples
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Barry Middleton
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when the best apple tree
was split and fell in a storm
there was grieving
because I remembered
climbing it
when it was in its prime
the best apple was at the top
and my mother cried
too high come down
I went and got it anyway
and it was the sweetest
and it was mine
when that apple tree fell
I learned a bitter truth
that good things never last
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