The Apple On 2018070220180702 By Beleaguered ServantIn Original Poems Who sees the apple growing, when winter shrouds its tree? Who hears the hum of life beneath layers of heartache? To share is human:TweetShare on TumblrMore Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Print (Opens in new window) Print Like this:Like Loading…
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