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Blackberry Breeze |
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Blackberry Breeze |
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Sitting on a
porch swing One summer night A midsummer breeze Brushed my face And brought with it The smell of blackberries Growing in the pasture and up on the hill Behind the old farmhouse Brought back memories of things long past Picking berries for a cobbler More in my mouth than in my pail Purple stained fingers and blackberry kisses Sitting in blackberry bush thickets Knowing I won’t be disturbed Playhouses made of blackberry brambles Moss plates and acorn cups All of these memories brought back to me Because of one Blackberry breeze |
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