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[sid] => 179963
[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Blackberry Jam or Wine
[time] => 2014-12-07 02:06:11
[hometext] => I was/am the medium for my wife on this one.
[bodytext] =>
Oh my God,
I remember picking
blackberries in my youth,
and then we would bring them to my mom and dad;
we hoped she would make jam,
and hoped she would not make wine,
picking blackberries for my parents-
A sad and happy time.
Mostly she made jam:
I don't remember forty years ago
If we ate jam or they drank wine-
My father drank deep and we smeared
steep on bread and through it all
we connected through jam and wine-
either way we grew closer thanks to
plush and lush blackberries on the vine.
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[topic] => 23
[informant] => Invierno
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[ihome] => 0
[alanguage] => english
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[topicname] => FamilyPoems
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