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Wild Berries

Here the blackberries grow wild,
they get wacked and treated like weeds.
There ain’t no fallen berries
on the curbs back home.
I picked some blackberries for you.
I’ll put’em in a pie or custard or something
sweet ’cause you always liked
blackberries and I always liked you to smile.

Wild Berries

Here the blackberries grow wild,
they get wacked and treated like weeds.
There ain’t no fallen berries
on the curbs back home.
I picked some blackberries for you.
I’ll put’em in a pie or custard or something
sweet ’cause you always liked
blackberries and I always liked you to smile.

Talena Lachelle Queen, 41

Lake Forest Park / Paterson, NJ

 
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