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Once there was,
But now there’s not, A bright red apple, That has begun to rot, Wisely choose, Your poisonous booze, Thus you have not yet forgot, Bored am I, Like a heat seeking missile, Exploding inside, As steam from my top hums with a whistle, Take not me seriously, I beg of thee, I only write scribble scrabble, To save me fro me, And with simple little rhymes, I find myself free, From a moments boredom, With a simple little pick of an apple tree. |
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