Farmer’s daughter
selling apples and pies,
offers him a preview
he breathes deep to savor
the taste of air between them
time and love embrace,
love winks her approval.
He shrinks from the moment
buys a bag of apples
and a pie.
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Author:
Jerry Reynolds (
Offline) - Published: February 13th, 2022 08:30
- Category: Love
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Comments3
Wise choice, you can always discard old fruit when it goes mouldy on you.
Thanks, Dusk. Yes, you can.
Good words Jerry and so wise.
Andy
Thanks, Andy.
Lovely cool story of a little romance eh apt for valentine's season. Kudos!
Plz do read and comment my newest poem too.
And Happy valentines sir.
Thanks, A.Z.
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