Stone fruit

An acre of opportunity 

A field of pears and plums 

I put my hands to the soil

Felt you nipping at my thumbs 

Where’ve you been, my little friend?

You said, “digging in the dirt. 

I was searching for my promises 

But I broke them and got hurt.”

Seems you got a little too excited 

To trample undiscovered ground 

Happiness isn’t free, you know 

But I think they sell it by the pound 

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