Apple
Though born on Asia's Western plains
Each continent is in my veins,
My crooked boughs, my noble fruit,
All temperate climates seem to suit.
America has loved me well,
As every boy and girl can tell.
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| Drawing of apple on limb for needlepoint or coloring |
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| Apples in a basket, old photograph. |
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| A colorful apple spray. |
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