The Danger of a Peel
By Geneva
Once I sat legs out flat on the ground hands in my pockets. Just happened like that; 'Twas not cute. I had one lifted in town from my unzipped purse a pick-pocket or some kind. I'd already eaten the fruit; good source of potassium. Some gorilla left a path of 'em from hamaca to cabana, yellow hats along the sand. Litter! I don't understand it; like lethal land mines them bananas. Written January 29th, 2002 © on Jan 28 2002 11:26 PM PST 0 • 1
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