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RARE Apples




Eye catching when seen 
Mouth watering may it seem
We reveal our meekness
On sight of this weakness

With good clay on site
From that side up high
Molded indeed with a sigh
And they use it as a sign

Just to make us aware
That for us they do wear
That which unravel the rear
To make us want to share

Yes, we swear to have it
Even if the sweat doesn't merit
So far us the brain takes over
Bro, you might turn cassanova 

But wait, I have a solution
We're no bait, just take caution
All apples are sweet
No matter colour or how neat

So anytime you see her
Grab one who's forever dear
Clean and freeze to your taste
In case you yearn for another in haste
Remember, the one at home is chaste.

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