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Surprise! The smell of Fall, lingers in the air, Of them all, -THIS- is my favorite time of year, Leaves turning, vibrant hues of orange, yellow, and red, Woodstoves burning, spending a little extra time in bed, This time every year, I set out on a mission, Bubbling with cheer, for my annual tradition, Throw on my warmest cloak, before leaving home, As I prance on down to where the apples are grown, Once every Autumn, I consult my farmer friend, To find his best apple, I do intend, So after hours of sorting, I think I have found, I hold it up, supporting, spinning around, Indeed it looks perfect, I think this one will do, Admiring it's beauty, before I sink my teeth into, So crisp, so juicy, so--- wait did it just squirm? I spit it out onto the ground, revealing a giant worm... Whoever | |