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The Blush Of Apples
Those eleven apples
A seasons festoon
Green slowly defeated
And blush triumphant
So apples ripen
An aide existential
Innocent they'll fall
Picked or blown
The natural way
As things go
The Autumn conclusion
Sung in unison
poem
by
Michael Oliver
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