Blur of green
And red
And bllue
Smells i remember
From a carefree childhood
We'd run through the orchards
And squeal with delight
For not even imaginarinary monsters
Could outrun our youthful flight
Victory was ours
As we reached the finish line
Where rows and rows of apples, peaches
And blue berries waited
For our tiny mouths to savour
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