Is the core of an apple really the core?
Or is the 'core' really more the flavors?
Is the soul of a person somewhere inside?
Or rather the sum of her endeavors?

If ink in my pen's worth less than a dime,
then what's that say of the value of words?
I'm sure you've met folks, some you'd call worms-
like 'em or not, they're still food for the birds.

A broken hand holds different once it is healed,
and less likely to take it for granted.
The food that now you eat knew not its fate
when it peacefully grew unas/salt/ed.

Oceans of words full of what we don't know
are written daily by folks with a guess.
A good climbing tree's no say in the act-
to challenge fate just leads straight to a mess.
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Core of an apple? What a dumb thing to ask!
Eat the damn fruit and then start your next task!