Turnip Patch Poem by Lamar Cole
Turnip Patch
Sweetheart and I were a perfect match.
Stealing a sweet kiss in the turnip patch.
Watching the turnip leaves blow.
Thinking of the sowing put in to make them grow.
Holding sweetheart between the rows.
Thinking of our love that made us grow.
Friday, June 9, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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6/1/2024 3:35:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
'Sweetheart and I were a perfect match'. Whatever the situation, lovers will derive satisfaction and transform it into a romantic rendezvous. Thanks for sharing.