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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #1521352

big and bright

Pumpkins are piled on either side of a farmer's gate.
Under crisp October skies,
My lady, her young son and I
Pumpkin hunt as a family.
Kindly country folk,
In overalls, allow us to walk and pick
Nice round pumpkins to take home and carve.
Sixteen dollars are traded for harvest fun.
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