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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