What wondrous life is this I lead! Ripe apples drop about my head; The luscious clusters of the vine Upon my mouth do crush their wine; The nectarine and curious peach Into my hands themselves do reach; Stumbling on melons, as I pass, Ensnared with flowers, I fall on grass. –Andrew Marvell (1621–78) |
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THE OLD FARMER SELECTED THESE PRODUCTS FOR YOU |
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