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Cherry- Ripe

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CHERRY-RIPE, ripe, ripe, I cry,
Full and fair ones; come and buy.
If so be you ask me where
They do grow, I answer: There
Where my Julia's lips do smile;
There's the land, or cherry-isle,
Whose plantations fully show
All the year where cherries grow.
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COMMENTS
Fabrizio Frosini 05 May 2016
mmmmm.. the same verses as in the previous page.. again..
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Ned Coates 04 April 2013
Plantations is the perfect word.
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