The story begins
On a snowy October
In the mists of Halloween
The year to be told
Was two thousand three
A little girl stood
Under a tree
It always snows
Here in Alaska
There she sat
Snow in her hair
Wishing upon a
Snowy Halloween
For something new
To appear
An object feel unto her lap
She glanced down to see
A red shiny apple
It seems to be
Apples are never here
She thought
A smile arose
On her crimson rosy face
For an apple she had in her hand
Her wish had come true
She had found
On a snowy Halloween
In two thousand three
Apples found in Alaska
 
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