The sun is warm on my face
And my belly is full of ripe fruit.
If my eyes drift shut
And I murmur your name
As if in a dream
We can blame the cantaloupe.
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Yes, let's blame the cantaloupe! Ha! Made me smile.
ReplyDeleteA good candidate, cantaloupe. Not my favorite among the fruit family!
ReplyDeleteCute poem. But maybe that cantaloupe should get some credit---as an aphrodisiac.
ReplyDeleteFunny!
ReplyDeletevery fun.
ReplyDeleteI love cantaloupe and will never now think of it in the same way. Somehow, now it's better.
ReplyDeleteHa! Cantaloupe! Love it!
ReplyDeleteLove this! I can see it!
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