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May 2014
every waking thought
fueled by
juicy   strawberries
not from distant lands
stalked by native asparagus
signs on empty spots
indicate to our dismay
the farmer’s market  
Gone away
for this week
dejected  we head home
desires  unmet
with crumpled  canvas totes
in  unhappy hands.
Love farmer's markets.Local produce rocks.
AprilDawn
Written by
AprilDawn  F/Kentucky USA
(F/Kentucky USA)   
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