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Random poem.

APPLE

By Jacob Garn

I see the round on it's colors

in and under the dark

to the top of it's light

and it's wallpapered marks.

It was an apple at best

to say the least I guess.

Liby

LOVE TO THE FLAME
Once upon a time
there was a love bird named Liby
and she was all washed up
we got her at the pet store when she was just a pup,
I remember it like it was yesterday
when she came into my life
she never new love
and she only new strife,
Yes it is tragic
but I must go on
she had me fooled
but she was the long con,
finally one day
we felt sorry
so we took her outside
in the middle of Janu-ory,
we opend the cage
from whence she came
she ran away
like love to the flame.

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This is a true story. There really was a bird named Liby. She was the selfish love bird who couldn't love. Hmm... maybe that isn't true, because I remember that she loved to do flips in her cage. But maybe she was just trying to break her neck. I will never know for sure but it probably dosn't mater since shes most likely dead.