I really thought I could beat you to this one, John, having written just such a poem which I'd entered for a competition somewhere else a while ago. I found it, copied it, checked before post-pasting it - and discovered that it's a winner in the aforesaid comp. Bugger. Now I'll have to write another one.
I'm going to Ledbury soon, though, staying on a cider-farm where all the cottages are called after apples. I'll sup the golden nectar and think between hiccups.
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