and berries awful poison for the tongue.

I thought berries were for the ageless ones,

and boys so awfully young.

So I but thought them as chores for my grace

and pains for both eye and ear;

and i could but cough my contempt at their

face in my glove, when they were near.

But sitting in the breakfast nook, with yet

another fruity lad...i nod and smile;

and realize how cute he is when he smiles,

and how he makes me laugh. They are an

acquired taste, these boys 'n' berries; Where

they once puckered the lips with sour

distaste, i now pucker slyly my swollen lips,

ready for their embrace. What sweetness

they now possess! I smile at Him, dab my lip

and sneak another bite of grandma's

boysenberry pie. I am married now, and have

learned the love of boys 'n' berries.

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