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My Job
Apple picking, apple picking.
The joys of the autumn colors.
The crisp air flowing in my lungs.
As the sun rises i close my eyes.
Taking a deep breathe in.
My job.
Apple picking in September.
The trees are weak,yet they still
manage to feed.
The delightfullness taste of sweet
Autumn, behind the layers of apple.
Juicy and delightful.
Walking through the orchards.
Dew on the trees and ground.
It sparkles in the light.
A shiver rolls down my body.
Goosebumps appear on my skin.
This breath taking view is all new.
My Job.
Meeting new people and discovering
different types of apples.
It's interesting.
The country has true beauty, and values.
Enjoy every moment of it.
The joys of the autumn colors.
The crisp air flowing in my lungs.
As the sun rises i close my eyes.
Taking a deep breathe in.
My job.
Apple picking in September.
The trees are weak,yet they still
manage to feed.
The delightfullness taste of sweet
Autumn, behind the layers of apple.
Juicy and delightful.
Walking through the orchards.
Dew on the trees and ground.
It sparkles in the light.
A shiver rolls down my body.
Goosebumps appear on my skin.
This breath taking view is all new.
My Job.
Meeting new people and discovering
different types of apples.
It's interesting.
The country has true beauty, and values.
Enjoy every moment of it.
Published 24th Sep 2013
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25th Sep 2013 00:30am
25th Sep 2013 1:25am
You really brought to life the love that you have for your September job-kinda made me want to go and eat an apple:)
25th Sep 2013 1:27am
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