Blackberry Picking
A walk in the woods
Is a magical event to do
In late August and early Fall
Especially with my father
My father and I
We stroll hand in hand chatting away
While carrying empty buckets
to be filled with blackberries
for a delicious blackberry pie
to be made by my dear mother
Picking blackberries with my father
Is an activity I enjoy to do
As it is way that brings father and daughter closer together
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