Turnip Patch
31 August, 2016
Author: Lamar Cole
Sweetheart and I were a perfect match.
Stealing a sweet kiss in the turnip patch.
Watching the turnip leaves blow.
Thinking of the sowing put in to make them grow.
Holding sweetheart between the rows.
Thinking of our love that made us grow.
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