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the caller is a glass bell jar with octo sides a handle on the tip and a string of beads inside they tinkle the sides of the glass no one comes running hot or cold the water in the city piping two kinds of apples one is red one is gold no one calls them golden apples anymore they are green apples or some people call them yellow Canada is backwords LODI is upp again Earligold has come and gone away Ginger Gold is here to stay Golden Delicious is on the way Crispin has yet to arrive Shizuka might make a late appearance Sundance and BLushing GOlden on the horizon Granny SMith the green one JaZZ is gold mixed in the red no time to list all the varieties of men produce the fruit we leave the red one for Snow White and Eve tasted her a byte in the Garden of Eden they find them dropping over the wall perhaps bobbing in the Euphrates river at night not golden but red ones hangging in the Babylonian Gardens pies cakes mix pan cooked sauce baked no one talks much about apples fried ? oh yes eye have heard of apple fritters pancakes you cry do not weep for apples do not live the same as men they sleep in apple beds
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