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May 2019
Cherries taste succulently sweet,
wet with morning mist

Beckoning boys in summer's heat,
hoping they’ll be picked

Cherries gleam ripe ruby red,
when growing wild and free

Dreaming to whom they will be fed,
a cherry’s jubilee.
Kelsey Ann
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Kelsey Ann  30/F
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