apple picker
Picking people from a CrowdPick a pretty girl for a game
pretty red cheeks
pretty blue eyes
Pick the pretty blonde.
Pick her up
the apple of your eye
Pick the prettiest apple of the
bough
Pluck her from her home
Pluck her out of the crowd
into your waiting van.
Pinch the hope out of her eyes
with your finger tips
Pick the golden strands
one by one
Purchase pain for the apple you
picked
Pluck the light from her eyes.
The Apple you picked
brown from exposure
dead and inedible
you picked a pretty Apple
and ate the heart.
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