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Apple Trees
"Sweet Apple Tree that pleasantly grows,
Whose fruit I once stole to please a fair maiden
When, with sword on my thigh, stout shield on my shoulder,
Alone I slept in the woods of Calydon.
Beneath its branches I began softly to fade,
Dreaming that around its' trunk I quickly played
With a sweet enchantress of most splendid form.
And since then for ten and forty years
I becam...
Saturday 30th September 2023 10:34 am
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