Blushing Baby Pears
Pears. Sweet, juicy, juice dripping between my fingers and down my chin pears.  I look longingly at you pears, each day, as I water the garden and dream of the delicious things I'll do with you.
 I look longingly at you pears, each day, as I water the garden and dream of the delicious things I'll do with you.
 Hurry pears.
 Hurry pears. But I will wait for you. Patiently.
 But I will wait for you. Patiently.
 
 
 
 
 
 
  
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
My mouth is watering! Our pears here don't ripen until August or September! I hope you don't have to wait so long!
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