March 14, 2019 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) Pass this Tweed Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to print (Opens in new window) Print TweetMore Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Like Loading... Related
no pits, please
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