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Apple


Green as freshly cut grass, Red as a heart overflown with love, Yellow as the dawn's early sunrise, Crisp as the morning air, Sweet like candy or affection, Sour like lemons or moods, Curvaceous as a womanly body, Always...keeping the doctor away. ; )
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