Yourself And The Hypno-apples
Three apples all lined in a row,
Three apples just sitting in the snow.
The three apples demand your attention.
The trio of apples catch your eye,
One bite is all it takes.
An apple falls from your hand.
A shadow laughs.
It's time to say,
"Goodbye. . ."
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