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Oh to be the wind blowing so gently Oh to be the strawberry Red and scrumptious Oh to be... wait The bumblebee? I don't know about this.... well, if you say so.
Ba-bump ba-bump Melted strawberry jam pools around my knees From my sister where I am seated
she remains hidden and alone unexplored gold the color of a budding marigold aglow like a vivid citrine gemstone, then endures a metamorphosis she sheds like a sweet reptilian
There is an annoying orange fruit, Who considers himself as quite cute. A sprite would start raving mad Then beating this funny lad With some leprechaun magic, "Hoot, hoot!"
Raspberry juice seeps through her teeth and drips out of the corner of her faked-smile. Her lips are stained by blackberries, each one delicately plucked at the exact moment she was least ready for it.
whispers... in the night send quite a bit of fright yesterday dreams of eating vanilla ice ceam outside in the street hearing people scream going shadow boxing & I'm not lying
A plum, A grape, But not an ape, Blue and red, You’ll look it when dead, You gasp for air, No longer white, You long for something, With all your might, But the color of the sky,
When I'm high I like to eat fruit. Grapes mostly in the late night as I listen to my badu or rain Forrest and meditate.
There is no subtlety in eating this winter treat- a pomegranate a tempting violent ordeal red stickiness permeates your hands become tools gripping its flesh in both palms
the serpent says I should
Consume the worldIn a fleshy fruit!Savor its flavorDevour the bruteWe fight for what we eat Even though there’s not enough meatThe pesticides, the herbicides, the fallen leaves
Had I been born a pear, I would’ve lived a rotting life.
Browning purple plum Flies are buzzing and biting Sipping her life down
Fair as me and sweet with glee, patterns as succulent and tasty
How Irresitable Love o'forbidding fruit For which souls suffer
There was a boy who found a girl cute.
Nostalgic scents can cause a young soul like I, to be inspired by a dozen words like a mother baking pie, a mother that fed a dozen little botany loving kids that never hindered to cry
I like the kiwi, The banana is good too, I will eat them now.
From friends from before, to friends I’ve never met… Like playing cards they are, when the deck is shuffled Same cards, different cards, Or a mix of both.
How it looks, how it is prepared, how it smells is why we eat it Crumbs may fall and we scrap our plates bit by bit Its hits our mouth and our taste buds are in love Something this good is totally undreamed of
Fruits and Vegetables are good for you to eat They make you strong from your head to your feet Some are round some are long Whichever you choose will make you strong
I won't beat myself up I will strive to move forward because of a Love based on God I won't ignore the past I will learn how to better myself because of God's Peace in my life
One plus one plus one plus one. It’s endless. Separate components come together. Pink yellow green orange. Around and around and around. Never stops. Like a ballerina. Infinite. Until the giant monster ends the color war.