Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

I was in a garden
Full of black apples
And I thought to myself
I must jailbreak or grapple
With this situation myself
Since my elf was caught up in a stampede
I must take the lead
So I suspended all reason
Gave thanks for the season
And belted out like an opera star.
That’s when things went south
As I tried to go north far
Away from here
But wherever I look,
Behind every nook,
There’s always an apple near.

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