07-04-2014, 08:52 PM
The pop and sweet of first corn,
the red rush that reminds
me what a tomato really tastes
like, red stained hands and that hint of loam
in the beet salad. Winter's make-believe
fades in July, each bite a grin.
Sorry, couldn't resist, just a simple girl, yanno.
the red rush that reminds
me what a tomato really tastes
like, red stained hands and that hint of loam
in the beet salad. Winter's make-believe
fades in July, each bite a grin.
Sorry, couldn't resist, just a simple girl, yanno.
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