Lawrence Hall
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Summer Apples
A summer apple is like love, you know
Expected, hoped for, but still a surprise
A mystery, an undeserved joy
As happy as a dewy morning in June
But June then drifts away into July
And sometimes love does too, falling away
Into a summer dream that might have been
And lost forever in the mists of fall
And yet the taste remains, a sweet remembrance -
A summer apple is like love, you know
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