Nothing Like Store Bought
succulent citrus
fruity and wet
dripping down my chin
I know I am in Georgia
When I can pick my own peach
Off of a tree in grandma's yard
heavenly nectar, loving the taste
nothing like store-bought
Copyright © Caren Krutsinger | Year Posted 2022
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