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Apples Deer And I Share

apple cobbler yes, I see it oozing with sweet cinnamon sauce rising from the cracks of the earth pan, to greet me, smells heavenly. I can hardly wait to dab on ice cold frozen vanilla ice cream, combination of hot and cold I can get, only from pie and ice cream or a hot fudge sundae I do not feel guilty for stealing apples from my deer; they have also gotten their fill. They have eaten more apples than I claimed, actually. I threw to them each one of the apples that had brown spots. And they had eaten a bunch that got ripe and fell onto the ground before I got to them. The apple tree I planted as a neonate eleven years ago has pleased the deer and I both today. I consume my tasty cobbler in a farm hand way, as if it is my last meal. I am older, so maybe it is; good for the deer.

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Date: 12/12/2018 6:08:00 AM
That makes me want apple cobbler and my last apple tree died a couple of years back. The squirrels eat all of the pears and cherries so, I guess I'm stuck with canned fruit. Oh well, have some real cobbler for me, will ya?
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/12/2018 6:28:00 AM
Go get some apples. They sell them in the produce aisle now.
Date: 12/11/2018 1:36:00 PM
That cobbler sounds delicious Caren. The squirrels eat my pears but I don't mind sharing.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/11/2018 7:44:00 PM
I let the deer have so much it is ridiculous, but I still have deer. Saw a mommy and her fawn today around 4:30.
Date: 12/10/2018 4:53:00 PM
Oh wow. That sounds good Caren! :) Nicely done.
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 12/10/2018 7:13:00 PM
Thank you Heidi. I force myself to think of ten poems a day, and I get pretty low on ideas sometimes. But deer, and apples and cinnamon, three of my favorite things. It made sense to me.