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Saturday, August 31, 2013
Snapshot Saturday: Fall
The wild cherries ripen, black and fat,
Paradisal fruits that taste of no man’s sweat.
Reach up, pull down the laden branch, and eat;
When you have learned their bitterness, they taste sweet.
This superb creation is necessary for spitting for distance at county fairs. The pits are so large and the flesh so meager and almost caustic they cause a remarkable productioon of expectorant stand clear!!!!!
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This superb creation is necessary for spitting for distance at county fairs. The pits are so large and the flesh so meager and almost caustic they cause a remarkable productioon of expectorant stand clear!!!!!
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