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The Apple
An apple is grown to take a bite
It starts out fresh and oh so ripe
But at that time no one wants the taste
The taste of happiness begins to waste
The rejection has caused many spots
The skin itself has filled with rot
The time of want now comes around
Only to find it has now turned brown
It starts out fresh and oh so ripe
But at that time no one wants the taste
The taste of happiness begins to waste
The rejection has caused many spots
The skin itself has filled with rot
The time of want now comes around
Only to find it has now turned brown
Published 11th Aug 2014
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