Apples
I walked up to an apple tree
to pick for me an apple
I found one nice and plump
but as I went to take a bite
It drop onto a stump
so I plucked another; not as sweet
and as I took a bite,
my eyes beheld another yet
hanging there just right..
before I knew it my apron filled
with all that I desired
I only wanted one..I thought
but look what I acquired.
eLtrybe
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