a poem i wrote about innocence

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innocence

apple scent trees fallen leaves sleep
silently to the child who went wild for
winter ways of God’s bad hair days
that invite frost caps and icicle naps
wishing wells of warmth where red
and orange lines align with blonde
blueberries to awaken the child to a
brown golden delicious with pieces of
dried up leftovers of last fall
 

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