On Finding a Peach Left For My Morning Delivery  

Posted by Dave in

As dawn pushes the mist
I behold a golden orb.
A perfect peach, a blushing beauty,
Swollen with pride.
A gift from an unseen friend,
to break the fast of an early traveler.
The milk of human kindness runs golden down my shirt.

Hit the TIP JAR!
Thank You!

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