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Snooty fruit

A pineapple in a bowl of kiwi Stand tall and proud, mom said But I would rather, they didn’t see me Standing high, above their heads Mother was always so proud Of my textured skin and headdress I found it, unbecoming and loud Standing apart from all the rest How incredibly awkward Being the center of every display Just once, I’d like to be offered A big enough bowl, to lay It occurred to me, just recently The color beneath their skin Is bold and green with envy Which explains my lack of friends

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Date: 4/8/2018 9:37:00 AM
Yes, many become jealous of those perceived better or more talented
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