Shoot The Apple Off My Head PLEASE, It's FINE.
We're In The Forest Of PINE TREES.
The Sunbeams On The BREEZE In Thin LINES.
It's So Funny We Both CRY, Oh GEEZ.
We Couldn't Find An Apple, SEE MINE.
It's Not Like The Rest, Yet KIND Of Like ME.
We Are Using A Pineapple In The TREE Of PINE.
I Guess You Can Call It A PINE TREE.
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Please Fine
Pine Trees
Breeze Lines
Cry Geez
See Mine
Kind Me
Tree Pine
Pine Tree.
YOU ARE READING
Figure 8.
PoetryI Figured If I Did This. I Could Figure Out Whats Next. My Fingers Dance The Figure 8. Thats How I'll Start This Mess.
