Topic: 10 second crap
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Tue 01/13/09 06:13 PM
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.