It's on the rocks and
finally hitting home. You
can't lose something you
never had, something
you never even wanted.
Shaken, not disturbed:
that's how i take my
tonic now, after that
horrid "accident" as
the well-wishers and
passers-by tend to say.
But you know better,
don't you? Coming up
for air but finding only
poison in its stead.
Not an apple, no,
not an orange, and most
certainly not a pear. The
peach falls off the back
of the cart, battered and
bruised. Come along
and dust it off, mind
the defects the doctor
left, and take a bite.
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Submission Name: a fair price for such a nasty fall
