Apples

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Title:     Apples
Author: Jonathan Swift [More Titles by Swift]

Come buy my fine wares,
Plums, apples, and pears.
A hundred a penny,
In conscience too many:
Come, will you have any?
My children are seven,
I wish them in Heaven;
My husband a sot,
With his pipe and his pot,
Not a farthing will gain them,
And I must maintain them.

[The end]
Jonathan Swift's poem: Apples

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