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A pile of ripe plums…(a tanka)

Posted on July 22, 2017 by Mary Kendall

Photograph of plums by Renee Johnson

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patriciaruthsusan says:

July 25, 2017 at 12:31 pm

Lovely tanka, Mary. 🙂 — Suzanne

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- Mary Kendall says:
  
  July 25, 2017 at 12:57 pm
  
  Thank you. 🙂
  
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macjam47 says:

July 23, 2017 at 2:24 pm

I love your tanka. I can relate as I’m always trying to fit that last cherry, plum, peach, etc. on top of the bowl.

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  July 23, 2017 at 3:16 pm
  
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