My long two-pointed ladder's sticking through a tree Toward heaven still, And there's a barrel that I didn't fill Beside it, and there may be two or three Apples I didn't pick upon some bough. But I am done with… — Robert Frost Copy Share Image
“Peeling apples, just peeling apples. Didn’t feel your boobs. No, no, not me” — Alice Clayton Copy Share Image
