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Haiku

2012 January 2
by John Maynard

Small round apples
Fallen onto the footpath
Lie green and golden.

Others hang above
Waiting for the wind to shake
Them to earth beneath.

Inside each apple
The seeds of generation
Await their birth.

Small round apples,
Are nothing remarkable
Yet are everything.

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