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Confessional*

Come closer, Don’t tell – My head is hung In shame. Pride at my Timely dealing With apples (scabby, but ours) Came before my fall (and theirs). Are you ready? Shhh! I have bought apples……. Shock! Horror! You should make … Continue reading

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