Autumnal Transition of the Bountyby Andrea Dietrich
The pumpkins The pumpkins The pumpkins all are gone. Where did all the lovely pumpkins go? I saw them just a month ago outside the grocery store so round and sitting pretty in a row.
Potatoes Potatoes Potato sales are on the sweet, the brown, and every type we know. Now trickling down from Idaho to us are spuds galore. When pumpkins disappear, potatoes flow!
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volume 10(6)This poem is copyright © 2006,
Andrea Dietrich, all rights reserved.
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