The humble apple is a thing of beauty.
It even has a sense of duty.
For eating one a day, they say,
Quite possibly, keeps the doctor away.
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The spoon was a loon,
Who made my girl swoon,
After this stainless steel buffoon.
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Often I find myself incline,
To write my feelings down in rhyme.
About my love that's never returned,
Rather like, that, of a lover spurned.
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If I were your prisoner,
Locked in your heart I'd want to be,
Knowing, that caged there,
You'd forever be close to me.
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I was thinking of you today.
'In what way? ' I hear you say.
Oh. Just in one of your loving pose.
You know. Where you're picking your nose.
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Perfect isn't easy,
That much is true.
But a perfect love,
I've found in you.
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Promise
I was afraid you'd go, yet you stayed.
Who could ask for more...? Yet, I prayed...,
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In my bath the water is really hot.
Cold water in my bath...? I like, but not a lot.
For on immersion I like the pain,
As on insertion, it synapses the brain,
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I used to have it all.
You used to give it all.
I could fondle and caress,
Without causing distress.
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