Royal Sweets and Black Diamonds
under every shade tree.
Sticky faced kids and
hallelujah bluegrass bands.
Spit your seeds to win a
prize. Flies on the
rind;
I still want a slice.
Nothing beats a home-
grown melon come
summertime.
Thursday, October 2, 2014
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- Maude Lynn
- Anybody who has survived his childhood has enough information about life to last him the rest of his days. ---Flannery O'Connor
5 comments:
Oh, yes!! The perfect festival indeed!! Love those melons!!
Nothing like a good watermelon where the juice runs down your arms!
Wonderful.
I still love spitting those seeds!!
Babs would be horrified. She's sticking to arugula.
Sounds good to me. k.
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