Oh, apple of gold, so crisp and so bright,
A symbol of wisdom, and a snack so right.
Your juicy sweetness, and crunchy bite,
Make you a treasure, both day and night.
In the garden of Eden, you played a grand role,
A forbidden fruit, that stole the show.
Your red, green, and yellow, skin so divine,
Inviting all to take a bite, and make you mine.
In the autumn harvest, you're picked with glee,
A season of plenty, for you and for me.
Your cider and pies, a taste of delight,
Make you a treasure, shining so bright.
So here's to the apple, a fruit so fine,
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The Devil's Cut
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