The core value that differentiates Apple is our ability to innovate.
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Apple Pie Sweet Stuff
Sweet love like honey-bunch-oaks,
rub me down like mummylocks,
the core so round and deep,
juice be the seeds,
candy apple-red-bone,
maybe that's why she stay,
cause that woman love sweet-talk,
never thought I would see the day,
that my arms would be hugging,
back to the sweet stuff,
I'm not trying to wife her,
cause she wouldn't man me,
that apple pie good as a pecan pie,
wears glasses to protect from stream,
cooking smoke into the flame,
call her red-bone-honeyoaks,
seduction oh baby oh my,
digging into the core of fire,
like that apple won't be-tomarrow,
what a pie if you had one,
my apple pie sweet stuff.
poem by Tommy Laster
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Red Apple, Red Apple
Red apple
Red apple
sitting on the ledge
savouring its nutrients
for a few moments longer
Red apple
Red apple
Savouring its time
That is has left
As a whole
Red apple
Red apple
Traveled such a
Long way, from the store?
Farm? another country?
Red apple
Red apple
Haunting me by
The curiosity of
How juicy you taste
Red apple
Red apple
Shine on,
Red apple
poem by John McAdam
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Regarding The Apple's History, A Theological Trifle - After Emily Dickinson
'It's good for the breath! '
With this she tempted Adam to death.
Properties of the apple are renowned since
their eating made it a greatly frowned upon thing.
Still, it is not without its lovers.
But for an apple's charm we would live boring lives,
never a fling or two to alarm the pear,
and we all know an apple will never harm
a teacher's pet, its fables to lure
the imagination, that Golden One's
strength to subvert us to the core.
Let's eat the jelly of sin and tell it!
William Tell's a good shot!
Let's split the Apple in the pot
and stew it for Eve's sly.
Even so our breath is sweet.
Tis the tart one of death
from which we'll all die.
Tis also true, though paradise is lost,
something is to be gained with apple sauce.
poem by Warren Falcon
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Original Sin (or Rotten to the Core)
In the United States
those who spew hate
are seldom the ones
assassinated.
Think
MLK
J and RFK
Malcolm
and
Beatle John Lennon.
If you identify
the fruits of evil
as poverty,
war, racism and hate,
it's unacceptable to those
who use them to profit,
so your existence
will no longer
be tolerated.
At its core,
the Apple of Evil
is NOT knowledge of right and wrong's difference,
but knowledge of the ability to deny it,
exploiting and murdering
one's brothers for gain
under plausible denialbility's guises.
The Apple Tree Greed
he has an apple a green apple
he is the only person in this room
with a green apple
suppose suppose NOW
he has MORE of those at home
WHY he has a GREEN APPLE tree
In his backyard no WAIT
He has a vineyard behind his chapeau
And he makes green apple wine
And he sells it to the BOONES FARM people
And they make BOONES FARM green apple wine
And the whole city is soon sick
The children ralf and barf and ralf again
There is no more end to the men
Drinking all the green apple wine
To make this ONE person rich
He never offered me any of his wine
Eyes never drink of alcoholic beverage
Eye have juices and tea and a soda please
I'm just full of good intentions
Picking green apples in my mind and eating way too many
Having a green apple with mye lunch of poetical decay
WAIT he left and YES he took the green apple core with him
Not leaving me a bite not wanting me to taste the pleasure
of his mite. Why eye understand him greedy is his name
the green apple hoarder has so many apples now his wine cellar is so full and his larders aer so rich he does save the stems and seeds to plant again in ground so rich and he chews on this green apple while he watches MTV in selfish hedonistacal revenge while eye have no green apple stuck between my teeth OH bliss oh strang decay my teeth at least aer happier today he took the core away he left me all alone im appleless today im happier to say no song is being sung of little apples of the green variety been hung oh see the tree how big its grown the apples have been lost too long and they fall in misery from branches of decay to rot to rot to rot upon the vineyard floor there is no apple wine no more the green variety is gone they drink it only read and red is the color of the wine in cups so full of color there in plates so heaped of agony with applesauces vailiantly piled higher then the sky.
poem by Parme Hice
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Tested Beyond Our Ability To Endure
Why did Thou forsake Us?
Art Thou Not Our Sovereign God?
No we were never
tested beyond
our ability to endure!
Choice was free will!
The big apple
looked temptation good
to our green eyes.
We coveted the look
the taste forbidden
flavour to bite savour.
We took a bite!
We ate the apple!
No all individuals
all people
are responsible for
their decisions
their own actions.
poem by Terence George Craddock
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Many a rose-cheeked apple is rotten at the core.
The three parts of the theory are analytical ability, the ability to analyze things to judge, to criticize. Creative, the ability to create, to invent and discover and practical, the ability to apply and use what you know.
quote by Robert Sternberg
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War, prejudice, hate:
find a paring knife and cut
them out like an apple core.
haiku by Sonny Rainshine
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Irony differentiates. Cynicism never does.
quote by Paul Horgan
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The sweeter the apple, the blacker the core. Scratch a lover and find a foe
quote by Dorothy Rothschild Parker
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The thing that differentiates man from animals is money.
quote by Gertrude Stein
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Apple and Rose
My little daughter is a tea-rose,
Satin to the touch,
Wine to the lips,
And a faint, delirious perfume.
But my little son
Is a June apple,
Firm and cool,
And scornful of too much sweetness,
But full of tang and flavor
And better than bread to the hungry.
O wild winds, and clumsy, pilfering bees,
With the whole world to be wanton in,
Will you not spare my little tea-rose?
And O ruthless blind creatures,
Who lay eggs of evil at the core of life,
Pass by my one red apple,
That is so firm and sound!
poem by Karle Wilson Baker
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Apple Scruffs
Now Ive watched you sitting there
Seen the passers-by all stare
Like you have no place to go
But theres so much they dont know about apple scruffs
Youve been stood around for years
Seen my smiles and touched my tears
How its been a long, long time
And how youve been on my mind, my apple scruffs
Apple scruffs, apple scruffs
How I love you, how I love you
In the fog and in the rain
Through the pleasures and the pain
On the step outside you stand
With your flowers in your hand, my apple scruffs
While the years they come and go
Now, your love must surely show me
That beyond all time and space
Were together face to face, my apple scruffs
Apple scruffs, apple scruffs
How I love you, how I love you
song performed by by George Harrison
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The fundamental grey which differentiates the masters, expresses them and is the soul of all colour.
quote by Odilon Redon
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Sonnet: On Modern Man
Man's mind is inquisitive to explore,
And find new truths about his Environment;
His Intellect is inventive to core;
Unraveling answers to impediments.
Man's ideas makes him to do newer things;
And discover new ways of doing them;
With luxury, new vices too life brings;
He works lesser but keeps the diadem.
Few innovate to help Mankind improve;
Why can't men do good deeds in improved ways?
Man's mind works in a materialistic groove;
He lazily spends all his precious days.
Man looks for God in outer Space and Stars;
Man ushers Peace 'midst nations by new wars.
poem by John Celes
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The only thing that differentiates you and me from a couple of fourteen year old pyromaniacs is balistic glass!
quote by Adam Savage
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Mr. John Glenn
There once was an apple
That had fallen from a tree
I picked it up, and it was stuck
To my hand, I could'nt get free
So I shook and shook and shook
Until my hand was sore
But from deep inside, I heard a cry
Way inside the core
I ask myself what could it be
A snake or even a worm
Can it breathe or even sneeze
Should I be concerned
But then I heard a voice within
And now I'm really baffled
I'll ask my teacher if there's a creature
Inside this nice red apple
And if she says no, there's no such thing
Why are you asking me this
Cause if I don't ask, this too shall not pass
And i'll be taking a risk
The teacher says, now don't be silly
There's nothing inside this fruit
Now don't be a clown, just go put it down
And join the rest of the group
Then she stood up and held up the apple
And said, class this is my friend
I was a little concerned about bringing a worm
Whom I call, Mr. John Glenn
But teacher you said to never ever lie
Not even a little or a lot
Well if he gets loose, you'll see it's the truth
A creature John Glenn is not
poem by Kevin Seales
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To innovate is not to reform.
quote by Edmund Burke
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First you imitate, then you innovate.
quote by Miles Davis
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