I am no poet, to apologize for a few stolen plums. My words mean next to nothing. But you should know I pruned the roses and planted a peach tree in the yard.
This post was written in response to the Trifecta Writing Challenge weekend prompt:
Write a letter of apology in exactly 33 words. Addresses, salutations, closings, etc. (should you wish to include them) do not count in the 33 words.
Christine Hanolsy 
I do love that poem. And your letter in its spirit.
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I have eaten
the plums
that were in
the icebox
and which
you were probably
saving
for breakfast
Forgive me
they were delicious
so sweet
and so cold
–William Carlos Williams
he would approve of your spin. 🙂
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As soon as I saw the theme, this poem popped into my head!
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…as long as
they were delicious
so sweet
and cold
😉
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Beautiful and strange. I love it.
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This is really beautiful to think about.
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So interesting! Makes me wonder about how this came to pass.
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