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October 16, 2010
So many apples on my desk
I will never get any rest
I have to count them everyday
Just in case they run away
I fear so deeply their decay
Oh apples, please stay.

So many apples on my desk
Not tomatoes, that's grotesque.
I have to count them every night
Before I darken every light.
They roll away out of spite.
This cannot possibly be right.

So many apples, it's true
I've no idea what to do
They stare at me, whisper taunts
My mind forever their juiciness haunts
Please help me eat them soon
At least before noon.