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The big doors roll open at sunrise        at sunset they roll closed the man with the hand truck moves his bins and flats his palette loads       across the lot Living downhill from a fruit stand I’ve come to accept that joy can appear at your feet Red Delicious, Braeburn Fuji and maybe D’Anjou on a good day Valencia Vidalia or Walla Walla Sweet Reach down       pick up Be open hearted         don’t expect too much-- the little that comes your way tastes in its scarcity full of life       this life       your life I pray uphill in the morning and I pray uphill at night to the God of Gravity                                Satsuma!
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Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
Red Delicious
The big doors roll open at sunrise        at sunset they roll closed the man with the hand truck moves his bins and flats his palette loads       across the lot Living downhill from a fruit stand I’ve come to accept that joy can appear at your feet Red Delicious, Braeburn Fuji and maybe D’Anjou on a good day Valencia Vidalia or Walla Walla Sweet Reach down       pick up Be open hearted         don’t expect too much-- the little that comes your way tastes in its scarcity full of life       this life       your life I pray uphill in the morning and I pray uphill at night to the God of Gravity                                Satsuma!
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tom-greggs
Seattle
Sep 26, 2016
Sep 26, 2016 at 1:31 AM UTC
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