Apple Picking Season


Can you smell the apples
on the ground?
McIntosh I think
they are
Birds are singing
a sweet sound
Heaven doesn’t seem
so far
Sit down with me
by the fire
There is room
enough for two
I’ll share my cup
of apple cider
And spend the
afternoon with you.

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