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   ladynyo

   June 29, 2018

   Love this, Frank. I remember when I was young, so many decades ago, the wild strawberries at the end of the horse pasture, down a slope. Perhaps it was because of their fertilization and the natural carry of rain, but I have never tasted anything as sweet and good as those berries. The ones in the store and the ones I have tried to grow are a pale comparison to those wild ones of so many decades ago. Now I read that these wild strawberries go for $$$ a pint! We used to stuff our mouths with them after school, and in harder times, before school. Thank you, Frank…for the haiku and the memories. Good haiku should uncover good memories.

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   Frank J. Tassone

   June 29, 2018

   Appreciate the complement and share, Jane, but the haiku isn’t mine. I reblogged it from haiku tree. 😉 He has some gems like this one, he does!

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