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Jul 2020
From a tiny seed
Came a plant indeed
An apple tree
maybe two
Each day they grew
It started with the pip
Popped up
And popped off
The stalks grew
The leaves popped out
The little plants
Began to sprout
Apple trees are on their way
To grow and mature every day
Until they’re mature
To produce their fruit
And give me more and more
My apple trees I do adore!
Theresa Hartley-Mace
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Theresa Hartley-Mace  64/F/Calverton
(64/F/Calverton)   
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