Poetic. really, really poetic.

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At the last day of school I was given a choice
The Apple, or the seed
Of course, the Apple is temporary, but it would taste amazing for now
Of course, the seed would last me longer
The seed would take work
The Apple would not
The Apple has seeds does it not?
Of course, but only after you eat the apple do you find them
Granny Smith, pink ladies, crispy, doesn't matter
I hate waiting.
But I am not a fool

I chose the seed.

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