Apple pie?
Yes sir! 9.
9?
9.
He began to grind the apple,
It smelled like Snapple,
I have a vendor's permit, I dabble,
Sir do you travel?
I do. There's lots of gravel...
At that moment I was knocked out.
I woke up chained to a wall.
There was a cork... 'Somewhere'
How come I'm not going fall?
There's an apple on me...
where are my clothes...
Then I see strange devices...
What are those?!
DONT TALK TO STRANGERS.
JUST DON'T.
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Random Rhymes
PoetryI'll write random things, and poems. In the comments below, you can suggest, ask questions, or request for them! Updating soon~
