Red
shiny
Jonathans,
peeled
and sliced.
Perfection:
apple
pie.
This poem is for Miz Quickly’s Day Twenty-Six challenge, which had something to do with fifteen syllables and eight lines (I think.)
Red
shiny
Jonathans,
peeled
and sliced.
Perfection:
apple
pie.
This poem is for Miz Quickly’s Day Twenty-Six challenge, which had something to do with fifteen syllables and eight lines (I think.)
the raven's eye 
Keeping the Doc away are you 😉
The Amish are a unique community. I worked with a gent once in a small factory. I forget the exact words but once while complaining about one of his relatives – well without swearing…it was as close to swearing that I believe an Amish person could get.
Thanks for all of your comments on ‘Hold’ 🙂