One spent tomato plucked late from the vine
still retains a semblance of a happier time
When Sun and water, soil and and breeze combined
to contribute to a flavor, oh so sublime
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The juice it runs down the chin
a renegade seed upon the cheek
The heady tomato smell fills the nose
Oh, gosh, a fresh tomato tastes fine
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Summer is headed toward waning
some leaves are thinking of browning
Still, tomatoes are harvested everywhere
going out now to the garden to get mine
