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Ripening Of The Plum

I feel like a plum,
Beginning to ripen.
Who will pluck me
From the thorny branches
And taste me first?

Wait.
Not a plum.
I am perhaps the tree herself,
Sending forth plum after plum.

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March 19,2012
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