Monday, August 25, 2014

Grapes

Whenever I eat a good grape I marvel how sweet & wet love each other.  Makes me think of the fountain pen loving paper.  And if the poem be sweet & wet wouldn't that be a marvel, too.
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  1. Susan E. GangelSeptember 17, 2014 at 12:28 PM

    The bowl of grapes, so cold, so fresh, made her think about the day on the beach, when they broke the humidity with a taste of fruit.

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