May this heat sweeten fruit come harvest and leave the lettuces for shade.
The black-top is molten.
Mind wanders to a farm house, oak table set in blue china, sea salt in a tin can.
I steamed broccoli that night with dinner but only the middle son touched his portion.
Father was in a way and everyone looked down to stay out of it.
We played ping-pong in the tall grass. Two returns and the chase.
A vos marques, prets, partez.
More in a paper bag state, but this is new and pertinent.
The black-top is molten.
Mind wanders to a farm house, oak table set in blue china, sea salt in a tin can.
I steamed broccoli that night with dinner but only the middle son touched his portion.
Father was in a way and everyone looked down to stay out of it.
We played ping-pong in the tall grass. Two returns and the chase.
A vos marques, prets, partez.
More in a paper bag state, but this is new and pertinent.
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