The orchards groan with fruit so ripe,
The apples ready to fall,
The cider press is cleaned and oiled,
To catch the season's call.
The farmers pick from dusk till dawn,
The harvest bounty store,
Another year of plenty comes,
To feed the rich and poor.
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