Rotten Fruit
I fall to the floor like over ripe fruit from a tree
Slightly rotten, ignorant and in need of replication
Mind in desolate isolation
I carry on in unfettered degradation
Decomposing until returned to earth
To be reborn again and again and again
Happy Days!
poem by Grant Stevenson
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