The Clementine is mine.
Never shall it be thine, for forever it is mine.

I will peal it, to reveal it, the substance inside.
I will peal for the meal of circular form, of its’ class it is the norm.

For a former form of class would form it as a pear,
and the norm of the form of the pear is of what to beware.

For one who wears the form of the pear would attract many a stare,
and he who stares would miss the bliss of not knowing he was a pear.

And as a Clementine changes shape to pear, from the oddity of the deed, the change brings forth the range that rings of the possibility of greed, for the pear is larger then the former of its’ class, the circle stretched and sketched to form the form the pear would wear.

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Maybe she saves he, maybe she don't.
The fear here is clear and is that she won't.
He thinks that she knows that she can and she will,
but she winks and he blinks, not knowing her will.
He knows she can and thinks that she will, which is good,
but she knows what he thinks, and goes "maybe i should,
but I won't."

The Clementine is mine.
Never shall it be thine, for forever it is mine.

I will peal it, to reveal it, the substance inside.
I will peal for the meal of circular form, of its’ class it is the norm.

For a former form of class would form it as a pear,
and the norm of the form of the pear is of what to beware.

For one who wears the form of the pear would attract many a stare,
and he who stares would miss the bliss of not knowing he was a pear.

And as a Clementine changes shape to pear, from the oddity of the deed, the change brings forth the range that rings of the possibility of greed, for the pear is larger then the former of its’ class, the circle stretched and sketched to form the form the pear would wear.