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AN AVERSION
The apple-treeIs not to me
A thing of special joy:
It did deceive my mother Eve,
And often pain her boy.
And as to her,
I must aver
I've had a mind to chide her
When, racked with pain,
I've wished in vain
My apples were in cider.
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