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Ol' man Simon, planted a diamond. Grew hisself a garden the likes of none. Sprouts all growin' comin' up glowin' Fruit of jewels all shinin' in the sun. Colors of the rainbow. See the sun and the rain grow sapphires and rubies on ivory vines, Grapes of jade, just ripenin' in the shade, just ready for the squeezin' into green jade wine. Pure gold corn there, Blowin' in the warm air. Ol' crow nibblin' on the amnythyst seeds. In between the diamonds, Ol' man Simon crawls about pullin' out platinum weeds. Pink pearl berries, all you can carry, put 'em in a bushel and haul 'em into town. Up in the tree there's opal nuts and gold pears- Hurry quick, grab a stick and shake some down. Take a silver tater, emerald tomater, fresh plump coral melons. Hangin' in reach. Ol' man Simon, diggin' in his diamonds, stops and rests and dreams about one... real... peach.
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jewelry
peaches
gardening
fruit
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Shel Silverstein |
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Life is better than death, I believe, if only because it is less boring, and because it has fresh peaches in it.
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funny
death
life
peaches
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Alice Walker |
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All you have to do is ask, Peaches.
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origin
luc
peaches
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Jennifer L. Armentrout |
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I am an expression of the divine, just like a peach is, just like a fish is.
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fish
peaches
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Alice Walker |
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"She turned the next several pages and found a black-ink drawing on a slip of typing paper, a nude woman holding a round fruit to her mouth. Jess plucked it out and read the collector's tiny caption: "Do I dare to eat a peach?" "Will you?" George asked, closing the book and placing it atop the cabinet. "Maybe," Jess said lightly. "Do you have any?" "No peaches." "Oh, well. I can't ruin this dress, anyway." Words he took as permission to look openly at her. The fabric of her dress, gray and wrinkled at first glance, was really silver. No one else would wear fabric like that, rustling with every breath."
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peaches
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Allegra Goodman |
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Without thinking about what she was doing, she pulled blueberries from the icebox and peaches from the fruit bin. She might have only been seven years old, but she was smart enough to know that her mother would have a fit if she pulled out knives, or did anything near the two-burner hot plate. Instead, Portia, pulled the peaches apart, catching the sticky-sweet juice on her tongue as it ran down her fingers. She found a slice of angel food cake wrapped in plastic and plopped the fruit on top.
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blueberries
peaches
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fruits
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