Salad Days

 I often thought how wonderful

To go walking on the beach.
In the company of a pear, a banana and a peach.
In the rosy glow of a tranquil dawn
We’d stroll along the sand.
Smiling. Laughing happily. Hand in hand in hand.
Oh, fruity friends! What salad days!
My heart rejoiced to greet them.
And if I tired of their ways,
I’d simply stop and eat them.

R.Farley 2006

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