Untitled

Poem By Vincent P. Russo, Jr.

Came I into the orchard,
There called, I spied the tree,
Unlike, yet like the others
It somehow beckoned me.
High among its branches
Tempting fruit it bore;
"Come taste," it seemed to whisper;
I'd heard it all before.
It wasn't just an orchard,
'Twas life's sweet fantasy,
And all the dreams I'd ever dreamed
Were proffered there for me.

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