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Susan L Daniels:

In honor of the sheer weight of summer squash just picked from my garden, I have dug this up from April :)

Originally posted on Susan Daniels Poetry:

the year our garden gave too much
we sold zucchini at the roadside

my father’s farmer friend
drove slowly by our stand, pretending to cry
as we stole his business

& we two (capitalists
disguised as girls)

stuck out our tongues

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  1. Heh, love love love squishes. I can recall vines past stretching out twenty feet or more. It became a daily source of comedy, the vines growing another foot.

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