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In a land where secrets hide,
Stands a fruit so pure and wise.
The Pineapple of Truth, they say,
Holds the answers to life's array.
Its golden skin, rough and tough,
Conceals the wisdom deep enough.
With each slice, its truth unfolds,
Revealing tales yet to be told.
Juicy sweetness, tangy bite,
Guiding us towards the light.
In its core, the secrets lie,
Whispering truths that never die.
So seek the Pineapple of Truth,
Embrace its power, feel its youth.
For in its flesh, the answers gleam,
A fruit of wisdom, like a dream.
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One might say that the Pineapple of Truth is Golden.
Interesting poem, thanks for sharing (and writing, if it's yours)!
Danish Clinch.
Longtime tutorial player.
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