Apple Cider Donuts
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Apple cider donuts, warm and round,
A taste of autumn, sweet and true.
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Cinnamon and sugar, through and through,
A comforting, familiar sound.
Crisp air, a fall day's hue,
Apple cider donuts, warm and round.
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