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Jul 10, 2009
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early frost
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hard on my tomatoes,
Like diamonds glistening
In the October air,
Scarce green from too short
a summer.
A bounty never reaped,
but perhaps in a soup
or fried,
It wont matter how they
died,
or the rows too wide.....
— mugsy, Jul 10, 2009
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Arrow
16 years 10 months ago
Interesting metaphor
mugsy
16 years 3 months ago
Thank you for your