Apples fall peaches harvested
One kind of pear is pickled
Blackberries turn your fingers blue
Some cucumbers get pickled
Biscuits bake or they are fried
Grits are cooked real slow
Green tomatoes in bacon fat
Then it's time to go
From Grandmother's country home
Back up to the city
I'd rather stay in the barefoot South
where everything is pretty
~ Love Poems by Niki Giovanni
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