Her apple

An extract fromĀ ”A bowl of cherries”
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My rhymes will keep you company
until your journey ends
you and I are passengers
we might as well be friends.
I went down to the market place
to see what I could buy,
and as I looked a little girl
just happed to catch my eye.
As she trailed behind her mum
a shiny red apple, [...]