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Apple of My Eye A bite of the apple is all it takes To give one the wrong perception of what an apple really makes of happiness and self-deception A bite and one must take the licks To discover what it all means Money, Sex and Politics Can be same, so it seems And yet, we cannot eat alone The way we eat must be the norm It never about.. "to each his own" For everyone here must conform It always seems to be mistaken The singular joy apples, can bring And when the last bite is taken A leftover core is the only thing For when it's all said and done To discover what the core meant Eating pulp becomes a fiction of fun And seeds, the core of one's discontentr a big revision, more generic, and open to interpretation |
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