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Purple Handed
He tried to clutch hold of
and grasp the grapes on the vines,
ripe and hued purple.
But his clasp was broken
as he was forced to inhale
the insecticide spray
ejected by overhead drone.
It was triggered by his motion,
to glide and soar
over the vineyard
dumping its toxic spray.
With a gasp and loud call out for help
he was apprehended, and
caught purple handed.
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