I've been wanting to go somewhere
  where apple trees bloom in winter
  and cattails grow unchecked

the sun beams down on
  this place as the wind
  tickles my cheeks

my white shoes and double-tail
  tuxedo remain spotless as I
  wade through the thistle

I can hear the crickets playing
  Beethoven's string quartet in B minor
  and it is beautiful

apple trees bloom in
  December and the color
  is red like Saint Nick's suit

and I love how the crickets perform
  as I eat apples
  and conduct my life.

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