A bad apple
is what you might call me
A bad apple
is what i might look like
A bad apple
is going to spoil the others
A bad apple
is never alone on the floor
A bad apple
is what you judge me to be
A bad apple
is what you will see in a reflection
A bad apple
is ridiculed by its cover
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