Sweet juice dripping down your chin
tasting real tomatoes for the first time
Food will never be the same
much less momma's garden.
Butterflies flutter in chaotic, wonderous traffic
and bees make plants vibrate
sweet and bitter scents tantalize the senses
hands eager to get *****
Momma will show you the ropes
you won't understand much of her words
but you watch her between adventures
chasing faeries between the rows.
Nov 22, 2015
Nov 22, 2015 at 10:04 PM UTC
Sweet juice dripping down your chin
tasting real tomatoes for the first time
Food will never be the same
much less momma's garden.
Butterflies flutter in chaotic, wonderous traffic
and bees make plants vibrate
sweet and bitter scents tantalize the senses
hands eager to get *****
Momma will show you the ropes
you won't understand much of her words
but you watch her between adventures
chasing faeries between the rows.
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