Grandmothers hanging, trembling hands watered the tomatoes with red wine
I watched her fill the can, which never truly emptied, and helped feed the garden bed wine.
Seven years old in a barn house there was dancing. I kissed her hands
which stained them blue, she tasted sweet,
Oct 10, 2016
Oct 10, 2016 at 2:18 PM UTC
Grandmothers hanging, trembling hands watered the tomatoes with red wine
I watched her fill the can, which never truly emptied, and helped feed the garden bed wine.
Seven years old in a barn house there was dancing. I kissed her hands
which stained them blue, she tasted sweet,
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