And oozing a rich nectar…
To satisfy your inviting tongue.
Orchards exploding with muscular and thick,
Apples of Macintosh.
Tempting one to pick.
When that season comes around again…
And bushels of them,
Become so hard to lift…
In woven baskets carried.
Muscular and thick these apples,
Held by such strong limbs.
What’s the matter, baby?
Why is your mouth opened like that?
‘It didn’t dawn on me you were writing about apples.
I forget sometimes how you like to interpret things.
You make my eating this apple so…’
That’s exactly the word I was looking for! ‘
You’re sweating like it’s the ‘dog’ days of August!
Are you feeling okay?

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