Apple Picking

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There are so many different apples in the apple tree.

I wonder which ones is the right ones for me.

The big green sour ones that are so ripe  or the big red juicy ones that change colors over night.

But I just wonder which ones is the right for me?......

The ones that hang from the tree or rotten ones that fall to my feet.

They say the apples with the most Bruises have been hurt so much But the ones that have not have never been touched.

Hurt or Never Touched?

pick one with my might!

I just decide to pick each one and take a bite.

The green one is so sour but sweet as can be.

The red one is so nasty and tasteless to me.

I guess this is a lesson for me

that what is on the inside is what matters to be.

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