« That first long secret drink of golden fire, juice of those valleys and of that time, wine of the wild orchards, of russet summer, of plump red apples, and Rosie’s burning cheeks. Never to be forgotten, or ever tasted again. » Laurie Lee
drink apple cider
fermented like days of old
brings fire to cheeks
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dVerse prompt to make Laurie Lee prose into poem. #2
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