Left undone: the laundry
Piled in a towering heap;
Bedsheets a-crumpled careless,
Though not one is still asleep.
But O! the flowers bow with
Heavy droplets from each head.
The plants were watered, dishes scrubbed
Just before I fled
Out to seek the raspberries
Reddening on the bramble.
Followed by my little ones
Along the hedge we amble.
Each berry hidden deep
In shadows as it grow red-ripe
Await our greedy fingers
That first search, then find, then swipe.
Small green berries gaily call,
"Come back and visit soon!
We'll surely have more waiting
For you just this afternoon!"
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