Astounded by the way that you begin to blossom, just something beautiful I cannot fathom, Its almost as though Mother Nature had an orgasm. Over time how strong have you become 3 different shades and colors but sometimes you choose to be one, oh my what have I done! Apples to Apples, dust to dust, you never love there insides until you watch them bust. See the way I see it, you wouldn't believe it, My apples are women and the problems that we've created. So I say again Apples to Apples, Dust to Dust sometimes I let my apples rot like un-cheddarized pizza crust.
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"When Life Gives You Apples"
PoetryIt's a poem book full of situations that a boy could be put in, some exciting, some dissapointing...but when life gives you apples, what do you do?
