Candy Apples Red, tumble from the trees and roll gently down the slopes. Caressed along the way by lush green grass that grows here in the orchard. Sweet green grass, that gathers apace beneath the song of the meadowlark, and the distant strike of the old church clock, chiming 9.15. For sleeping are the dwellers of these idyllic pastures. A sleep of more a quiet here than the very graveyard of their forefathers. Whose stock lie etched in granite epitaphs and sad lament. Candy Apples Red - Picked shining from the ground by stubby childrens hands. Happy, dirty faces, reflecting on its skin, a pleasantness within? Candy Apples Red - Is Read!Birth sign: Gemini
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