Macintosh, you are my love
Truly the gift I’m thinking of
Childhood saw us in the orchard
Living without, I feel tortured
Autumn air flows with their scent
My adoration honestly meant
The look, the smell, the tart sweet taste
I try not to savor it in haste
When biting into this treat
Old memories come complete
Alas they are not seen here
Only the East holds them dear.
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The Bag Lady 
This is, pardon the pun, a very sweet poem, Cheryl… I so enjoyed it.
Yours,
David
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Loved this reply😄
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I feel the longing. It’s been awhile since I’ve indulged in that variety of apple. Great memories shared here.
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A sweet tribute!
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Lovely rhymes!
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Thank you for stopping by
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Nice one Cheryl
Much💖love
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Thank you !
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You and I share the love of a cold crisp Macintosh! Cheers.
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Nothing like their taste ❤️
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Wonderful poem Cheryl!
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Thanks!
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