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Peaches Sweet September peaches from the roadside fruitstand drip nectar from the corners of my mouth their sticky glaze clinging to my hands fingers to mouth I lick one, two, three four, five then reach for another the soft fuzz tickling my lips swallowing summer's concession to fall |
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