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BRILLIANT poem about BLUEBERRIES !!! Please read aloud. (in the style of mitzi goheen):

"You ought to have seen what I saw on my way

To the village, through Mortenson's pasture to-day:
Blueberries as big as the end of your thumb,
Real sky-blue, and heavy, and ready to drum
In the cavernous pail of the first one to come!
And all ripe together, not some of them green
And some of them ripe! You ought to have seen!"
"I don't know what part of the pasture you mean."
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Posted by Madame Lamb on Wednesday, March 25, 2009 at 12:13 PM