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Peaches of the Vineyard

April 3, 2013

All the trees are dried
Since you’ve gone
And now that rain can not stop
All my seeds freshly fried
Rot this morn
And because for you I top

The little vineyard branches
Of the backwards fall
In the fresh grass
I’ve found vineyard peaches
That was the least but not last
The year before I passed

They are here since the hot was
And still the spring and drink
From that vines in the yard
Were peaches are so close
And on all of us I think
Picking peaches of the vineyard.
Wednesday 04/03/2013 15:42 pm


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