Apple of my eye
So seedless
With firm core
Keep the doctor away
Says you’re frugal no more
Wishing for warm pie
A dusting of cinnamon
Though the oven runs cold
And the pipes uneven
American dreams
Picket fences and grills
Never for us
Never fixed from the pills

-Galwyn

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