WHAT THE TOMATOES TAUGHT ME

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WHAT THE TOMATOES TAUGHT ME

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I had a few precious tomatoes

The special ones ripe on the vine

Tomato season had ended

I had already begun to pine 

I slowly doled out those glorious tomatoes

Oh such sandwiches I had!

I saved the best one for last

But .... that last one had gone bad

I should have eaten them all

Not waited because I was blue

That tomato season was over

That one tomato would not see me through

Next year I will be smarter

With that juicy red ball of sun

I will eat them with reckless abandon

Heedless of what else might come

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