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The Blackberry Hunt ...

Briar vines merely scratched the itch for more , porcelain fingers tattooed wine red Morning rays become possessed , muting - early day laughter and fervent desires Humid air thickened with pine , wild grass , -fertile humus , clay and wisteria Stirring the brown locust , bluebird , thrasher , Guinea wasp , blue skink , toad and cottontail Three ripe berries in the jar , one for the forager , one for the eve , one for the morrow Traipsing gravel byways to the music of the rattling corn , virgin broomsage and the iron harrow A whitewashed homestead wrapped in oak , mulberry , sycamore and crape myrtle , Songbirds of every shape and melodious - occupation , alert geese crying from the - hedgerows , waves of sorghum dancing in the - shaded meadows ...
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Mar 3, 2018
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Copyright March 2 , 2018 by Randolph L Wilson * All Rights Reserved

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