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Grapes
Loving….long…curved….vines
Grapes fresh and ripe
Dark purple, that’s how I like them
Each one I taste individually
They look the same
Pussy is there main thing
Grapes on a vine
Like men
Thirsty but juicy…….but waiting
Enjoying each of them
As they were my new thing
They taste the same
But this last grape, has me waiting
The day of picking was something specia...
Sunday 18th February 2018 4:01 pm
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