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Oct 2010
I remember grape vines
Round sweet purple bulbs
With droplets of clear water
They slide concave
Into my lips
Sweet
And sun flavored.
On the cool grass I lay
The moist soil
Seeping through,
Wetting my skin
Feels good.
Kimberly C Brown
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