Girls
are like apples
on trees. The best ones
are at the top of the tree.
The boys dont want to reach
for the good ones because they
are afraid of falling and getting hurt.
Instead, they just get the rotten apples
from the ground that are’nt as good,
but easy. So the apples at the top think
something is wrong with them, when in
reality, they’re amazing. They just
have to wait for the right boy to
come along, the one who’s
brave enough to
climb all
the way
to the top
of the tree.
Except in this case, it should totally be a sumoberry tree.
Do you remember this?…Someone sent me this a long long long time ago.
And pumo just sent the words to me today.
And I went to find the tree version of this.
I used to wait for that someone brave enough to climb up that stinkin’ tall tree and pick me.
…
I’ve found my apple picker sumo picker
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