Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with apple-picking now. The scent of apples: I am drowsing off. And held against the world of hoary grass. It melted, and I let it fall and break. What form my dreaming was about to take. And every fleck of russet showing clear. It keeps the pressure of a ladder-round. More @Wikipedia
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