View From My Window

Worth It

The apple that rots is no longer rotting.
It sits on your shelf, looking plainly

at the ticking clock on the wall.
There are no batteries in the
clock, but Garfield's eyes
seem to glow.

Does the apple have a worm in it?
Like Einstein, I have to
take just one more peek..

- (c) Nov. 4th, 2002


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