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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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Sitting in my room

I began to think

A green apple resting in my palm

The sweet smell of an apple pie cooking tickling my noise

 

I wonder what its like to be an Apple

Sitting on the tree all day never knowing if your going to be picked or not

Then one day greedy hands pluck you from your branch

It must be scary

 

The apple must know its fate...

To be consumed

I wonder what its like to know that your going to be eaten

I shudder at the thought

 

Gazing to my apple

I wonder a bit more...

Shrug and take a bite

Edited by Deadly Nightshade
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