Gravenstein Gal

[Timothy Gega]

Gravenstein Gal<o:p></o:p>


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I’ve tried ‘em young and I’ve tried ‘em old and a cornucopia in-between,<o:p></o:p>


But nothing is as sweet as my ripe little gravenstein.<o:p></o:p>


Like Isaac Newton’s apple she fell straight from the tree above,<o:p></o:p>


And made me a believer in that fruit of golden love.<o:p></o:p>


I’ve tasted green-green apples, and a lot of sour fruit,<o:p></o:p>


But she’s a gal adorned in fig leaves and she is just too cute.<o:p></o:p>


I’ve tried red ones, I’ve tried green ones but they left me high and dry,<o:p></o:p>


Still nothing was delicious as this sweet little apple pie.<o:p></o:p>


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I’ve tried ‘em young and I’ve tried ‘em old, and a cornucopia in-between,<o:p></o:p>


But nothing is as sweet as my ripe little gravenstein.<o:p></o:p>


Her fruit is ripe and juicy and she’s perfect as can be,<o:p></o:p>


There’ll be no more tasting anymore apple Bettys for me.<o:p></o:p>


I’m not bobbin’ here for apples like we did in days of old,<o:p></o:p>


Or stompin’ on those soured grapes to sip some other fool’s gold.<o:p></o:p>


Though she came here as a curious guest she is by far West County’s best,<o:p></o:p>


Just like in Newton’s Theory rests’ she fell into my consciousness.<o:p></o:p>


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I’ve tried ‘em young and I’ve tried ‘em old and a cornucopia in-between,<o:p></o:p>


But nothing is as sweet as my ripened little West County Gravenstein.<o:p></o:p>


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©2014 Tim Gega<o:p></o:p>


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