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apple crumble
Henry Wright Kerr
October 28, 2012
James Grieve Blues
There's no apples in my crumble.
All I've got is brambles.
My mouth is one sour place right now.
She could have used apples, the cow!
B.R. 28/10/2012
Portrait of James Grieve, horticulturist, by Henry Wright Kerr (1857-1936)
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