Friday, September 4, 2015

Apples



I used to take an apple fine to teacher every morn at nine and she would smile and thank me too, and kiss me if none were in view. And now, in after life I dwell on those old scenes I loved so well; and I would like to take I vow, an apple to that teacher now!



c. Sept. 4, ‘09




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