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Oct 2012
the blessing of sin to grow up with men...
that think just like me...
to fall from a tree and land at the trunk...
and right there rot my seeds...
For an apple's an apple..
there is no appeal...
that could make this fact unreal...
so i just fall in line...
to follow the lineage..
of all these rotten apple peals...
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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