Crisp, sweet Macintosh, the word
flushes cheeks and brings smiles along with
flavors of apple sauce and pie.
Memories swim through thought along with taste
Fall leaves surround the trunk the
sweet smell of orchards, giggles surround
the rows of fruit.
Fresh appreciation rolls over taste
buds of flowers producing barrels of
golden delicious ready for picking in mid-October
firm crisp sweet and juicy
reach up into the leaves grasp firm
with a little twist and the gift
from above is one of a kind.
Nov 1, 2011
Nov 1, 2011 at 8:08 PM UTC
Crisp, sweet Macintosh, the word
flushes cheeks and brings smiles along with
flavors of apple sauce and pie.
Memories swim through thought along with taste
Fall leaves surround the trunk the
sweet smell of orchards, giggles surround
the rows of fruit.
Fresh appreciation rolls over taste
buds of flowers producing barrels of
golden delicious ready for picking in mid-October
firm crisp sweet and juicy
reach up into the leaves grasp firm
with a little twist and the gift
from above is one of a kind.
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