Berry Picking
Fingers stained red, covered in sweet
Berries fallen everywhere, even beneath our feet
Sunlight shines all throughout the greens
Even where the ripest jewels hide unseen
Thorns may prick, but we still reach,
For delicious fruit just out of reach
Buckets clink with every drop,
Till our buckets are full we don't stop
They vanish fast, right from the vine
But we still had a good time.
With purple proof of what we do.
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