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Apple And Rose

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My little daughter is a tea-rose,
Satin to the touch,
Wine to the lips,
And a faint, delirious perfume.
But my little son
Is a June apple,
Firm and cool,
And scornful of too much sweetness,
But full of tang and flavor
And better than bread to the hungry.

O wild winds, and clumsy, pilfering bees,
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Dr Antony Theodore 24 September 2020

But my little son Is a June apple, Firm and cool, And scornful of too much sweetness, But full of tang and flavor A very fine poem. tony

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Myla Rose Gigante 18 May 2013

i like this poem! ! she really love her son and daughter...

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