To mother goose: a tale about baskets of berries
Formed through pure delight caught by the kites which clung to the rays of sun and brought down light on the merry cusp of villages imbrued were carried bunches of berries of diversiform hues, in baskets tucked under the arm and woven to bare the tastes of heirloom berries that oft unsavory have now ripened and March brought April to enlighten.
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