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She must have been a very thoughtful and nurturing person. They sound delish; memories can be bittersweet, but still good.
posted by
mariss9
on August 31, 2012 at 7:12 AM
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I can just taste those peaches.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on August 29, 2012 at 10:03 AM
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Women used to enter their jars of preserves in the local country show
and the meatest with the best colors would win. Those peaches Apricots etcf tasted so delicious in the Winter months when fresh fruit was scarce....way back forever ago.
posted by
Kabu
on August 28, 2012 at 8:33 PM
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A lovely poem, UtahJ. Why do I suspect that I am not going to like Marv?
posted by
adnohr
on August 28, 2012 at 4:03 PM
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UtahJay
¸ Jay, this is terrific analogy. BC-A Bill”s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on August 28, 2012 at 1:45 PM
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quick edits....should be next to each other in the opening paragraph.....try yoiur poem with afar instead of just far in the ninth line.....great poem....keep up the good work
posted by
Annicita
on August 28, 2012 at 11:27 AM
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