Wild Outbursts ......... Hir a thoddaid
Such succulence runs madly down my chinwhen bursts of shiny drupelets stain my skinin rambling trails, to show where they have been,meandering through thickets, thin between. Piercing teeth releasing...
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Quite a visual... The inner child briefly escapes! I enjoyed it.Kevin
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Yep, my inner child and I are one and the same....so I gain much enjoyment from the simple tastes and pleasures of life. Lovely comment, thanks. Gloria
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Ahhh, I watched a family with two small children picking blackberries on the trail this weekend...this was a perfect description of their efforts.
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Yes, Deb...it is indeed blackberry pickin' time. Yum! We called them brambles back home.
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Ohhhh I just looove blackberries and have some growing in my yard. Your poem sounds as good as they are! Theneva's DeviantARTThree keys that unlock thoughts: drunkenness, trustfulness, love.Three...
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A couple of years ago I went picking and at the end of the session the ladies had full countainers, and I had only a half full one, and very stained around the mouth.This brought back lovely memories....
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