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Rated: ASR · Poetry · Crime/Gangster · #2184941

An odd poem based on three random words my sister suggested to me.

The Apple looked at
The Sausage unsatisfied.
He put on his hat,
Strode to West Side,
And slaughtered a Lemon
and gathered her juice.
He then went home to summon
The Sausage and he put the juice to use.
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