Crisp outside, but sunny-
Like eating a particularly crunchy apple.
The skin gives sharply against your teeth-
and the bite of the tart juice hits your tongue
and it's just a little bit sweet.
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5 comments:
and the Seahawks beat the Giants.
Screw the Hawks. I love the Steelers. Circa 1978.
terry who?
lynn who?
franco who?
You sir, go straight to hell!!! Oh- you're kidding...not actually slamming the gods of Football...ah...now I can breathe...ah...heart rate slowing...ah.
i am showing you that, although i was NOT in this country at the time of the "curtain," I still know my classic Steelers.
you feck!
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