There is a boundary line between trees;
It splits the apples and the cherries.
The emerald fruits just sneer and snide
At rose-red cherries in emerald pride.
But there did live an apple who knew it was wrong;
He knew the cherries were just as strong
As any apple could ever be,
But he was shunned for his sympathy
To the cherries who lived in absolute fear
Of the apples' hate that attacked like a shear.
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