I once had an apple tree;
it was stingy as can be.
One year four was all it grew.
At least they were red, not blue.
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Well leaving out that particular letter has remedied that issue. I found this on your list, and enjoyed it (and the note) heartily
This begs the question, that old cliche, - -How do you like them Apples. A fine poem, Bri.