Assumed to be red but sometimes gold

Twisting the stems into a bow

Sour orbs with centers so hard

The smell of cobbler in the yard

It can be juice or jam or pie

Some think that if you eat the pit you’ll die

But the end all it is is a fruit

For which a cocktail it does suit

Posted by:emileeh

I'm a young writer trying to get into the freelance business. I enjoy writing creative pieces like short stories and poetry and reviews.

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