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Which Apples Are Poison?

By Arlon Staywell
OKLAHOMA CITY 1996 — Imagine if you can the exasperation of the art world as America's politics got stuck on artless  We knew Bob Dole would lose, we just couldn't understand why he was nominated.  This is the fourth in the "AABA iamb-pent" (for short) series.

            The Applebridge Ghost

So they went over Applebridge one night
Their image in the brook and moon on height
To thither field to find a story's truth
If ghosts were there and eyes could see the sight

And numbers here and numbers there they spied
To see or hear or feel the thing they tried;
The glimmerings and shimmerings and such,
So many, had them wandering wide

"It's someone drowned," they were whispering
"Who'd glimpsed a ghost on Applebridge acling"
Itself, it might have tricked him there
They'd told, but couldn't tell him anything

© MCMXCVI by Arlon Ryan Staywell

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