Blueberry SummerA Poem by Kelly RainwaterAfter a blueberry summer day
filled with gooseberry buckles, brimming sweet and current jams, translucent red, gleaming pink, let’s clam the Silver Strand before the sinking sun brings rise to Herculean skies and we can harvest no more. © 2008 Kelly RainwaterReviews
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Added on February 6, 2008AuthorKelly RainwaterCorona, CAAboutWhy do I write? I have no choice: it's all I know. My Mother says when I was 2 years old, I used to sob "I wish I could read!" And before I was in Kindergarten, before I could spell anything other tha.. more..Writing
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