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The Apple Tree

WE RAN INTO THAT POISON APPLE TREE, OUR LOVED MOLDED AND BECAME DARK GREEN LIKE A LEAF, SOMEONE STOLE THEM GOLDEN APPLES AND THEN THEY FLED, MAYBE A GRUESOME AND CRUEL THIEF, CAN WE REGROW THAT LEAF? DO YOU STILL HAVE THE WILL POWER AND BELIEF? YOU COMING BACK WOULD BE SUCH A RELIEF, IF WE CAN REGROW THAT TREE, LET’S NOT SET EACH OTHER FREE, I AM ON MY KNEES AND GIVING YOU MY PLEAD, I DON’T AND WON’T BE FREED, GOOD LUCK ON YOUR NEXT GOLDEN APPLE TRUE.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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