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Jul 2016
The Cali. sun has shown upon you
and time has worked it's magic
Mother nature in her majestic way
has fashioned and transformed you
to a tiny golden, green or black
shriveled-baby-sweet-fruit of
goodness and perfection
Devoured by the dozen in your
nominally size challenged box,
we love you in cookies, cereal
and bread, minus the little stems.
Written by
Allen Robinson  The Burgh
(The Burgh)   
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   Mike Adam
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