Poem Fragment
November 17th, 2020 by G.
I love you like a bushel of apples,
like late harvest peaches still warm from the sun.
I love you like dew on the pasture,
like home Sunday dinner when the churching is done.
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JRL in AZ
November 17, 2020
I don’t know – that “fragment” seems perfectly complete to me.
Ugly Mahana
November 17, 2020
The beloved in question sounds . . . tasty.
(Yes, I know that I am an uncultured reprobate. All apologies gladly delivered.)