the pears
out
of season are still
sweet,
the soft
green color
splotched brown,
but the meat
is good,
the juice rolls
down your chin.
it's
a conscious effort
though,
to pick up a pear
and eat.
these are all FICTIONAL stories and characters and are in no way representative of any real
experiences in my or anyone else's life. any similarities are purely coincidental, except for the dog poems.
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