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Poppies, bobbing above the green Waving heads back and forth Dark clouds inbetween Driving rain from the north. Vanilla fields, soft an fragrant Seeds sprinkle in the air Dished out by a vagrant He’s wooden so he wont care. Wild strawberries, seeds on show The only fruit inside out In vanilla fields it will grow Its rosy hands reaching about. Dreamy days, creamy ways Strawberries for tea please Hot tea on tin trays And strawberries to tease.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
Strawberries In a Vanilla Field
Poppies, bobbing above the green Waving heads back and forth Dark clouds inbetween Driving rain from the north. Vanilla fields, soft an fragrant Seeds sprinkle in the air Dished out by a vagrant He’s wooden so he wont care. Wild strawberries, seeds on show The only fruit inside out In vanilla fields it will grow Its rosy hands reaching about. Dreamy days, creamy ways Strawberries for tea please Hot tea on tin trays And strawberries to tease.
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Aug 14, 2013
Aug 14, 2013 at 9:29 AM UTC
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