On my way to school
I saw an apple.
It was a rotten apple.
It was a brown, rotten apple.
It was a smelly, brown, rotten apple.
It was a small, smelly, brown, rotten apple.
It was a rinkley, small, smelly, brown, rotten apple.
So I put it into the compost bin.
By Deken
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