grab it with my hand in glove
next week that weed I will pull
again roots I won't remove
saw a girl last week I see
peek though glasses on my face
next week I will look again
that girl becomes my disgrace
ate an apple yesterday
pluck it gently from the tree
oh those apples taste so sweet
I eat them for eternity
Colin and Co.
That's depressing... but a very good poem.
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