Those trees are talking..... and throwing apples.

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BRAINS AIN'T ALL THEY CRAKED UP TO BE

Mocking jig
Scarecrow stare and smile
extend effortlessly
From features forgotten.
Propped and posed
Waiting for things to fall
Into place.
When will the world start
Spinning Around
Me?
Crystal collectible
Still art
Surrogate mothers
My heart
Lending brittle qualities
To scare boldness
And remove esteem.
Straw stuffed
Feet heavy with chaff.
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