Amongst The Apple Trees
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Jayne Louise Davies
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In the woodland far from home,
Through golden trees,
And peaceful bliss,
Where the charming pheasant roams,
His call is heard shan't go amiss,
He flies amongst the apple trees,
Calling for his partner so,
And when the evening does arrive,
As darkness comes,
Away he goes.
Jayne Louise Davies
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