Happy Apple

Happy apple cling to a limb but fall when it’s

Time. Nasty worm carves a tunnel in my apple.

I don’t see it, so I take a bite. Nothing fazes me,

For a while. I am strong and I am free. I

Express myself in a jolly, meandering way.

That is the solution to my desolation. Aargh.

Author: Gordon S. Bowman III

Writer, Visual Artist, Blogger, Advocate

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