Monday, November 28

a poem about TOMATOES

Tomato Tomato
how your suckers do grow
you never fail to turn my hands yellow
when I wind you up your trellis
the way you embrace it makes me jealous
Grape, Cherry, Airloom
I wonder when you will bloom
how I long for a fresh tomato
I am tired of the winter potatos
Tomato Tomato


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