fresh and clean I sniff it
and rub it on my shirt,
just like my dad used to do.
I crunch into the tough skin,
I´m glad that it's quite thin,
and munch my apple-based lunch,
the flesh tastes sweet,
until I meet,
a bitter pip
which I push out onto my lip
and spit,
onto the floor,
right NEXT to the bin.
Sal Thomas
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