Apples Of Eyes, Like All Fruit, Rot,
And You Have, My Dear, I’m Sorry
To Say. Whereas Once You Struck
Me Dumb With Your Beauty, Your
Glowing Red Cheeks And Magnificent
Body, Your Bitterness Makes Me
Withdraw From You Now. I Will Go
To The Orchard To Find Something
Fresher, But You Needn’t Worry. You
Still Are Appealing. Just Look At This
Circle Of Flies