Unwaxed Poems - Poems about Unwaxed

...Fresh juice runs down her chin. Fresh autumn air climbs through the orchard. It’s apple picking time. A zipping swoosh overhead with laughs and legs swinging. Bushel baskets, cram-filled, on......

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...At the drug store, what to choose? All those choices do confuse. Vitamins for gals or men? Over 50? Pick again! DayQuil, NyQuil, ZzQuil or Generic ones made by the store? Tablets, caplets, ma......

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...Mere means of being master of all labor, this power Overthrows all virtue, and write the metered history Nations spin web in web, and now it is the cocoon hour Emerge the spider on spindly legs from ......

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...Unwaxed apples fall. Piñata gum balls red tease the orchard's sweet tooth.......

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