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We braved the wasps and nettles,
feet fearing the moist scrabble of tiny frogs
and came home
Twice
with bags of dripping berries.
Elicited nods from sweet old ladies
and questions of recipes.
Oh I scored points for making jam not pies.
To see my babies lined up
neatly labelled
little bonnets
crisp.
To see the sun slant through the ruby
and fee...
Friday 20th August 2010 9:36 am
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