Knife poised I stare At the avocado All set to pierce the scaly skin Scoop out the ripe flesh.. Did it die When you plucked it from the tree? Or, am I the only one Who can hear it scream?
Knife poised I stare At the avocado All set to pierce the scaly skin Scoop out the ripe flesh.. Did it die When you plucked it from the tree? Or, am I the only one Who can hear it scream?