A Peach

Poem By Stephanie Beyer

There sits a peach smooth and silky.
One side is red and the other is orange.
But both sides equally sweet.
It is plump and squishy, ripe and pure.
Oh, I bet it taste sweet!
Round and proud, big as a star.
This peach is what i want to eat.

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