What fruit are we? When
Pressure squeezes flesh, grates zest,
Juice reveals our core.
Pressure squeezes flesh, grates zest,
Juice reveals our core.
"CELEBRATE WITHOUT CEASE THE GOOD LUCK OF GETTING SET DOWN HERE ON A LIVELY EARTH!"
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Ah, is that what's going on in my irritating life right now? My juicy core will soon be revealed? Interesting concept! :-)
ReplyDeleteOh, don't think irritating! Think creating! Think pearls ;-)
ReplyDeleteI got squeezed big in the last 18 hours. For a moment I forgot who I am, and the juice ran black and rancid. THAT was a butt kicker.
Good luck in transmuting irritating to exciting!
Interesting way to see the prompt.
ReplyDeleteQuite true too.
Zest is a wonderful word for exactly what you describe.
ReplyDeleteI sometimes think it would absolutely depend on the day -- the hour? -- of the squeezing to indicate my core. Very creative ku.
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