American vegetable..fruit..
Markets in stores..such as..
I love to frequent..having
Large hands..cantaloupes..
Fit snugly in one..palm..then..
Cupped so..I..look around..
As it drips..Strawberries..
Are easy to hide..except..
The ones..that resemble..
Camel toes..those valleys..
Ridges..keeps all the men..
Eyes averted..woman..know..
I push through..drinking from..
A carton of milk..wandering..
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