That Fruit In The Basket
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Leslie Alexis
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I am the sour fruit in the basket
That seems best fitted for a casket
I’ve seen the things of the young
Those same old songs I have sung
Many a night I was stuck in a low
Many a friend now I’m counting as foe
And though my vision and body dies
As never before I make use of my eyes
My ears, skin and even sense of smell
A worm in an apple, now I can tell
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