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Blackberry Picking Alone

I stopped along the trail, enticed by the blackberries there. Wishing I had brought a pail to pick an abundance to share. But no pail was to be had. so I stood there enjoying a taste, Making my heart quite glad that today I was in no haste. Remembering years gone by, when blackberry picking we'd go. Baking them into a pie good enough to place in any show. But now it's only me, just me , and I've no need to make a pie for one. So I'll just enjoy one more blackberry and wander off now that I'm done.

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Date: 8/27/2022 11:13:00 AM
My late wife never missed a season! She loved blackberries (and rhubarb)! Enjoyed! Aloha!
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Francine Roberts
Date: 8/27/2022 1:47:00 PM
thank you
Date: 8/26/2022 3:11:00 PM
I love this, so vivid is the imagery. Angie :)
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Francine Roberts
Date: 8/26/2022 3:11:00 PM
thank you