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Sep 2012
I looked at it critically
Was it red enough, plump enough,
Will it be juicy still?

Will it live up to its promises?
Nobody wants a dry peach.
I'd better leave it, I thought.
God knows what it will be like.

And then it dawned on me:
This is a peach in September.
Grab it, eat it - as quick as you can!

For this is September,
and peaches are rare in December.
Written by
Margit Appleton
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