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BUD
AND "HIS" GRAPEVINE
This
is an exciting time
When
grapevines begin to grow,
When
leaves are so pretty and
The
little grapes begin to show.
The
training becomes easy as
Each
stem develops feelers,
They
climb along the fence top
Becoming the clinging weavers.
Each
day as the grapes get big -
Bud
keeps his eye on a cluster,
He
watches the delicious morsels
That
he can easily muster.
The
grapes became bountiful;
Round
and very juicy too,
Then Bud took possession
I just
wait now, wouldn't you?
It
was fun to watch what I thought -
Was a
plant that once was mine,
Entangled in it's clutches you see:
BUD AND "HIS" GRAPEVINE!
J. B. . . . .
© 06-30-2005
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