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    The poem discusses seasonal produce like peaches, pumpkins, and apples that are waiting to be harvested. It describes the speaker watching the fruits ripening and rising up like impatience, awaiting the climaxes of fall and harvest that nature will eventually bring. Time continues escalating on as different produce blossoms or rises up in anticipation of their turns to fully bloom or be picked.

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    The poem discusses seasonal produce like peaches, pumpkins, and apples that are waiting to be harvested. It describes the speaker watching the fruits ripening and rising up like impatience, awaiting the climaxes of fall and harvest that nature will eventually bring. Time continues escalating on as different produce blossoms or rises up in anticipation of their turns to fully bloom or be picked.

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    A Liars Luck

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    The poem discusses seasonal produce like peaches, pumpkins, and apples that are waiting to be harvested. It describes the speaker watching the fruits ripening and rising up like impatience, awaiting the climaxes of fall and harvest that nature will eventually bring. Time continues escalating on as different produce blossoms or rises up in anticipation of their turns to fully bloom or be picked.

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    Seasonal Produce

    Ryan Buddenbohn
    The peaches can’t be picked, can they?
    Harvesting a closet of abundance.
    I can’t do anything, can I?
    I watch and wait for you to ripen.

    Harvesting a closet of abundance.


    Pumpkins rise like my impatience,
    Awaiting a climax only a fall can hit.
    The climax of an eon.

    Pumpkins rise like my impatience,


    But time escalates on. 
    The slap awaits me,
    like the recession of color.

    But time escalates on.


    Apples sprouting like monuments,
    Falling only causes by the gusts of the north.
    Blossoming to bloom is awaiting.

    Apples sprouting like monuments,


    But strawberries rise like the humidity.
    Blossoming to bloom is awaiting

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