May 2014
never made it
to a ****
fell for you
on first nibble
now I am your fool
have lived without you
for seven years too long
searched high and low
my face crumbles again
no markets here
carry your piquant
harvest
to a ****
fell for you
on first nibble
now I am your fool
have lived without you
for seven years too long
searched high and low
my face crumbles again
no markets here
carry your piquant
harvest
The first time I ever tasted ( after years of hiding from this sour fruit) , red gooseberries at a farmer's market in Massachusetts, I fell in love.I have spent years looking for more , with no results.I warned you in my profile section that I am an unrepentant foodie.Written May2014
(F/Kentucky USA)
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