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David Brooks
Strange Fruit
Strange Fruit
Strange Fruit
I dreamt I was a treecovered with strange fruit.
Well, no, I lie:
there was no dream,
there was no tree
but what am I to do
with these dark things
breaking out about me,
splitting,
oozing with sap?
© 2006, David Brooks
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Strange Fruit
I dreamt I was a treecovered with strange fruit.
Well, no, I lie:
there was no dream,
there was no tree
but what am I to do
with these dark things
breaking out about me,
splitting,
oozing with sap?
Strange Fruit
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