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Along Langlish isthmus,
Atop Sniaull mountain,
None can be found,
Though venture the countryside,
And stumble upon one, you may.
A hardy fellow,
The wild apple tree,
Resolute, determined, strong,
As a general rule!
Though some may be weak,
Unloved,
Barely alive.
No matter which,
Study the environment,
The influences,
Taste the fruit,
Tart, not distasteful,
Sharp, not injurious,
Life sustaining indeed.
But is it rewarding?
Does it satisfy the soul?
What of your future apples?
Their character?
Their traits?
Suffer hardships?
Grow strong?
Grow weak?
Be cultured?
Be cursed?
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