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Girls

are like apples

on trees. The best ones

are at the top of the tree.

The boys don't want to reach

for the good ones because they

are afraid of falling and getting hurt.

Instead, they just get the rotten apples

from the ground that aren't as good, but

are easy. So the apples at the top think

something is wrong with them, when in

reality, they're amazing. They just

have to wait for the right boy to

come along the one who's

brave enough to

climb all

the way

to the top

of the tree

Roses are red,

Cookies are blue,

I love Percy Jackson

How about you?

Roses are red,

Blue candy is sweet,

The Seven's couples are awesome

But Percabeth's the OTP

Roses are red,

Athena's eyes are grey,

PJO and HOO will live on

In my heart every day.

The Great Prophecy

A half-blood of the eldest gods

Shall reach sixteen against all odds

And see the world in endless sleep,

The hero's soul cursed blade shall reap

A single choice shall end his days,

Olympus to preserve or raze

The Second Great Prophecy

The seven demigods shall answer the call

To storm or fire, the world must fall

An oath to keep with a final breath,

And foes bear arms to the Doors of Death