Apples fall, but oranges

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This is fall. I would like to write A poem about apples. Jonathans, Romans, and Gravensteins. Only apples can only be apples. But those oranges In the next rack - oh orange: Sunset Bonnet in the rain Flowered hillside Work crew on a crane. So many things Without a proper name. Orange, hurray! You take my teeth and tongue To say.

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