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Blackberry Goodness
 
They were quickly ripening
Falling on the ground
It was such a sad sight
To all who were around
We were thinking of pies
And cobbler galore
Blackberry jam
And so much more
With buckets and cups
We went out to the patch
We picked the blackberries
Right down to the last
We were on a mission
to get the job done
The last one was picked
and then there were none

By frog

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