Fruit by the Foot
- by Isabel Barandas
- Jun 4, 2016
- 1 min read
The fruit was measured by the foot
Not our foot, but theirs
Their foot was much bigger than ours
So it wasn’t very fair
But they said we didn’t have enough
And we couldn’t argue
So we set back out to pick more fruit
While the door just grew and grew
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