Bobbing for Apples
Bobbing for apples each year,
Was a treat that the germs loved, I fear,
Quick as a lick,
To our throats they did stick,
We think that is how we got sick.
Ick!
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Through interactions in my daily life, I will look for interesting ideas, points of view or epiphanies that occur in an organic fashion. Epiphanies by definition are sudden, intuitive perceptions of or insights into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, or commonplace occurrence or experience. Epiphanies cannot occur if they are forced - I hope to remain open and simply notice.
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