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The Fruit Bucket ..

In the turbulent evening tide , panning Autumns blue eyes ..

Persimmon pie , persimmon pie ..

Crossing knee high , fragrant scuppernong lanes - in the final gestures of -

Septembers rage ..

Persimmon pie , persimmon pie ..

Sunday dinners , mourning doves , henhouses-

and fall greens .

Persimmon pie , persimmon pie ..

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