Strawberries
With strawberries, never enough for me: drippy hands, splattered ceiling, slushy the floor. Fido, my best friend, just slid out the door. Perhaps, a strawberry bush, why not a strawberry tree? -- Fido wagged, nay!~ to a Strawberry Flea.
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