With different flavors, different types,
There’s one that’s bound to appetize:
Sometimes, you’ve gotta fill your mouth
Although it isn’t wise —

A Cortland apple, red and round,
A hunger reaching through my tongue,
A friend there down for sharing, and
We both were young —

So many days I don’t recall,
But that one didn’t go to waste:
That Cortland, natural in my hands
And lingering on

The taste

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