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Bobbing for Apples

As we bob apples that are dappled like they’ve grappled with the cold, Peering under, we seek plunder, bits of yellow apple gold People dipping heads in, dripping, snag their tokens of the fall. Latching onto catching one, two, twigs then rise with apples twain Each rise, grinning, fresh with winning, this beginning of delights. […]

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The Party

  Beating hearts shining eyes opened ceilinged car. – Speed! Jacked and ripped and wid’ning speed – And noise and friends and legs and hands and hair. – Need. Frantic pulsing pushing pulling need – Raw desire for jokes and s’mores and Red. Hot. Fire. – And wood. Burning, snapping, cracking wood. Then heat, – […]

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