Sunday, 18 December 2011

SWEETTALK

Hold your hammer, honey, your board, your wood hauled from the lot for Harry Woodman’s saw. Back from the field, honey, and look what I’ve got! Smell my fingers, honey, and look at my full bowl! That tickles licking my fingers, honey, ain’t this some great luck? Pine. Fruit. Fine pickin’s, don’t you think, honey?

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Patricia Ranzoni

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