Sweet and sour memories floods my mind of my ripe youth of fruits of every kind.
Secrets that were shared off the GRAPE-vine, were hung out to dry in a line.
We fought a battle of our own and BERRY-ed the hatched so our cover wasn't blown.
What LEMONS they all could be, with their bitter twisted rivalry.
Playing in mud, not a care in sight, wearing ORANGE that was so bright.
Now we're older, with a set of MELONS, not mine, but my sister Helen's.
I'm now married and share nights of PASSION with FRUIT, how much fun we can still have from a seeded root.
Labour pains what a scare, now I've got twins, what a lovely PEAR.
We have our fights still of display, which drives me BANANAS in every way.
Kiss and make up, I know longer want to cry, I know I'm still the APPLE of his eye.
By MICHAELA. X
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