Picking blackberries
I met her in the usual wayshe cancelled her dance class by Blackberry
If only she had been less nimble with her fingerswe might have taken things more slowlybut it was all arranged by Blackberry
The blackberry way
In those weekswe metwe talkedwe laughedwe ate blackberry pie
we loved
we foughtwe made up
I let her go without a signal.and all the while she Blackberried
In the autumn I took her blackberryingin a rural place without a signal
she left me then... By the Blackberries.
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