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Fruit Trees.

I have a little pear tree, plum and apple too.
When the fruit has ripened
I'll share it all with you.
You can bake them,
Boil them
be careful not to spoil them.
Maybe you could make pots of jam.
I know you'll never waste them,
when you come to taste them
and declare, perfect just like my mam.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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