The Apple Pie Poem

When I was small I got down on my knees
A little too little for the birds and the bees
But seeing an apple fall from a tree
I wanted to know how to truly be free …

Sometimes I wonder how big is the sea
God, I said, tell me this mystery!
I asked Him please, Father help me succeed
Give me a clue of the things I will need

In this beautiful garden under Your sky
What can I do to be ready to die?
He said use any ingredients you think will fly
Because you will be judged for your best apple pie!


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