Apples

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Title:     Apples
Author: Laurence Alma-Tadema [More Titles by Alma-Tadema]

Red cheeks, red cheeks,
Will you play with me?
No boy, pale boy,
I want to climb that tree.

Red cheeks, red cheeks,
You will tumble down--
No boy, pale boy,
I'll eat the apples brown.

Red cheeks, red cheeks,
Barns are best for rain--
No boy, pale boy,
I'll soon be down again.

[The end]
Laurence Alma-Tadema's poem: Apples

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