The Apple

the appleThe Apple

On the first day

He ran toward her mother

To the kitchen where she busied for dinner

Telling her his problems at school

But she didn’t listen

So he cried alone

So he looked for Ben, his father

So he waited

That’s the time his father never came back.

On the third day

He ran toward the cedar lane

To the big apple tree

Watching the fruit if it’s ready

But it’s not

So he went home

So he called Shirley, his friend

So he waited

That’s the time he promised to her.

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