Skeleton of memories
Winter killed our tree. /
Don’t know if it was before, /
during, or after /
your death. Dead limbs hang barren: /
no buds, no leaves, no cherries. /
Skeleton of memories.
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Cherries
Three cheery bags full. /
Misspelling won’t ruin taste. /
Pi will still taste sweet.
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Another 16 quarts and whadda ya get?
Picked 16 quarts and whadda I get?
Another day older and deeper in pits.
Saint Peter dontcha call me ’cause I can’t go
Pitted 16 quarts; I got 16 more.
[With apologies to Tennessee Ernie Ford and “Sixteen Tons.” http://youtu.be/L2tWwHOXMhI]
Picked all these cherries and more from one tree.
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