Today I found
That all the apples in my yard
Are full of poison
And taste of rot.
The venom bites back to all those
Who try to reach the core
So I warned them all
But they still want more.
I burned that tree down
Cursed the curse
And headed near the shore
I can’t stay here anymore.
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That’s all for today’s poem practice :>
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