The blackberry bush
Staining my fingertips, a
Sweetness worth the mess
The sun's going down
Grab as many one can hold
Painted crimson hands
agirlandhertypewriter
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life
The blackberry bush
Staining my fingertips, a
Sweetness worth the mess
The sun's going down
Grab as many one can hold
Painted crimson hands
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The Immortal Wize says: Nice |
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mlowe5 says: Oh yes! "The blacker the berry, the sweeter is the juice!" Thanks for sharing this sweet flowing juice. Peace and Love. |
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mlowe5 says: Great variation in the writing format. Peace and Love. |
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lasi_gi says: Beautiful imagery, I can see and taste the blackberries. Thanks for sharing |
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2b2b2 says: Diggin' your writes....depth and soul....Bravo....ONE |
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agirlandhertypewriter says: Thank you, The Poet Wize! |
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agirlandhertypewriter says: Thanks mlowe5! I'm working on those 1000 haiku's!!! |
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agirlandhertypewriter says: Thank you lasi_gi s! |
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agirlandhertypewriter says: Thanks 2b2b2! Peace |
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mlowe5 says: They're coming! Peace and Love! |
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agirlandhertypewriter says: :-) Slowly but surely!!! |
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mlowe5 says: Such is the ectasy. Peace and Love. |
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mlowe5 says: That's ecstacy! Typing too fast. Peace and Love. |
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