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Horses once canteredacross these rolling hills, slaking their thirst beneath the weepingwillows where the stream curvesacross the field. I hearthere’s an apple orchard out back that grew apples so crisp, so deliciously tart and perfect for pie that no other farmer for fifty miles would enter the county bakingcontest in September.
Natalie Gasper
Michelle Renee Kidwell
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Such vivid imagery, awesome poem...
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