I had the benefit of wisdom as a tutor
And I did try to heed the words
My traveled teacher told me
Though few hear well when they face such days
Too few
And some never find their ears
Too many
And she loved the apple I placed on her desk
But I have never found that type again
Though I have other varieties in plenty
Abundant orchards' yieldings
Tart and bitter where the one was sweet
And if they may make better cider
Still do I long again to
Have that prized fruit to taste
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