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      i see the tree
 
  the scent of the crabapples reach me before i reach the tree over burdened,the green leaves and red fruit hang i twist one rubbing it against my dress,it shines i bite,sweet,tart in my mouth i twist,taking as many of the red as i can they now lay in a sparkling bowl on an antique dresser where their fragrance,color and taste please me  | 
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      I bet the summer was good to your place...
 
  I've been cooking apples for pies. Love your thoughts to ponder.  | 
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      felt the need to write....everything stayed with me........thankyou both for readin'...... 
    
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      Very, very, VERY descriptive and nice. Boy, what I wouldn't give to be that apple.  
    
tomo ===  | 
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      t...thankyou. 
    
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