7d
1st draft
1.
She was like a juicy red apple unpicked
He could never resist
Each time he rode by he'd bite that apple
Reaching way up high
He returned, again and again
Until the day when
Nothing was left but core.
Final draft
2.
She was like a juicy red apple unpicked
He could never resist
Each time he rode by he'd bite that apple
Although for him hung way up high
He returned, again and again
Until the day when
Nothing was left but the core.
1.
She was like a juicy red apple unpicked
He could never resist
Each time he rode by he'd bite that apple
Reaching way up high
He returned, again and again
Until the day when
Nothing was left but core.
Final draft
2.
She was like a juicy red apple unpicked
He could never resist
Each time he rode by he'd bite that apple
Although for him hung way up high
He returned, again and again
Until the day when
Nothing was left but the core.
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