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Inert
Apple didn't do very much He couldn't see and he couldn't touch He just sat bruised red and round With a twisted stalk he lay on the ground And he began to wonder what life was about It all seemed pointless he tried to shout But nobody heard him he was all alone The trees blustered and the wind made moan. |
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