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And There I Was

I sat serenely on the vine The sun on my rind sublime Came the farmer’s wife with a carving knife I’ll nevermore feel the sun shine

Copyright © | Year Posted 2020

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Date: 10/10/2020 11:10:00 PM
Hope she'll make some good wine. ~~
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Linda Fowler
Date: 10/11/2020 5:32:00 AM
Pumpkin wine...hummm. Linda