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FORGOTTEN FRUIT It's all alone, that festering pear, Rotting away as I stand and stare, At the bottom of the claret fruit bowl. It's all alone and covered in mould, An amazing sight to behold, Shrouded in grey-green mottled mildew. It's all alone, it's been forgotten, Now decaying, musty and rotten, Far beyond juicy ripeness. It's all alone, it's dry and old, Its wrinkly skin rippled in velvety mould, Passed its sell-by-date.

It's all alone and there to remind us, That with the passage of time, We all end up past our prime.

Katie Alexander, Coundon, Coventry.
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Publication:Coventry Evening Telegraph (England)
Date:Jul 25, 2009
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