THE PITS

By Paul Camarata ¶ Posted in Word Doodles Galore ¶ Tagged poems, summer, watermelon ¶ 1 Comment

Oh how it would be lonely
to be the only
seed in a seedless watermelon.

HOW LOW, SOLO – Pity the poor seed stranded in a seedless watermelon sea. (Photo: PaC)

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