We stopped at Apple Hollow
It’s a place you won’t believe
The fried pies are so delicious
What a talent to achieve
You can sit all by yourself
And rest for a little while
Even the weeds are special
Why, they make you want to smile
There are carved out pumpkin faces
And some are left alone
A rustic pleasant setting
You just hate to head back home
But eventually it was time to leave
An experience to remember
So watch for the Apple Hollow sign
It’s a great trip for November!
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