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Disappearing Blueberries

I came upon some blueberries While strolling through a country woods. So big, so plump and very ripe And they were growing all around. I was amazed that no one had Yet come by here and picked them all. So, from my pocket I took out A shopping bag and set about To pick as many as I could Before the sun of day went down. But, when I turned they’d disappeared And they were no where to be found. I could not believe my two eyes That they were there and now were gone. But, that was it and my secret I’ve never told a soul but you. W.C.Hull © 2020-14-7-WCH-2-22 W.C.Hull © 2020-14-7-H1481-2591-I53-K53-4-L61-4

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David Smith

Date: 8/29/2021 2:29:00 AM

It bears a resemblance to another story. Always good to see what others can do to make this space fun. Have a great week David in NZ

Darlene De Beaulieu

Date: 7/14/2020 6:04:00 PM

Hello W,C, Hull, what happened to the blueberries? Where did the blueberries? Where did they go? this is a mystery. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Darlene De Beaulieu
Date: 7/17/2020 1:15:00 PM

Hello W.C. Hull, yes that is fun. enjoy your day my friend.

W.C. Hull

Date: 7/14/2020 7:17:00 AM

Thank you. Just a bit of fun with blueberries.

James Long

Date: 7/14/2020 5:53:00 AM

This was fun. How r u today? Lol, we are all just as sick as our secrets. I certainly hope that you feel better, friend, lol!