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Whoever Owns This Fruit

by Cornelia Schader

He called out: Whoever owns this fruit, please listen to me.
The three performers went on to another feat.
Then up another stage and another.
Sleep in the sun, if you are so of a mind.
He raised his hand in a majestic gesture.
The place had the look and feel of being on a planet.

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