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Bitter Harvest

pride, like fruit high upon a limb out of reach feeding none falling to ground in season is easily bruised

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Date: 9/15/2022 6:57:00 AM
They say pride goeth before a great fall :) Nicely done Jeff! As for persimmons, I believe there is a conspiracy among the trees on our property. heehee Linda
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Date: 9/14/2022 10:50:00 AM
Way to go with lone pear poem. I enjoyed reading your version. Thanks for the visit to my page. Sara
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Jeff Kyser
Date: 9/14/2022 11:13:00 AM
indeed! in our case, perhaps thousands of persimmons on a single tree. i can shake the tree and none come down, and a few hours later, there are 20 more on the ground.
Date: 9/14/2022 10:26:00 AM
I had to come and see, another POTD! Wow Jeff
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Date: 9/14/2022 10:07:00 AM
Quite an apt metaphor, Jeff. Nice.
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Date: 9/14/2022 8:46:00 AM
Astute observation Jeff.
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Date: 9/14/2022 8:38:00 AM
so much said in in so few words - a mini masterpiece, Jeff.
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