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Little Red Apples | A Poem by Donal Mahoney

Not a leaf left on the crabapple tree
instead little red apples hang
like ornaments on a Christmas tree.

Little red apples that spend
most of the winter covered with snow
waiting for the robins of spring

to fly back for a feast
so little pink flowers can bloom
and become little red apples again.


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