Poor pimpled pumpkin
twisted sister of season
Perfection over-rated
Unique in your divine self
Gift from the earth.
Set with your kin
Front porch in autumn
The others pale
In comparison.
Bumpy beauty
Svelte gourd
From the patch
We hail the pumpkin princess
Warts and all,
Belle of the harvest ball.
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Peace, Love and Patchouli 
And good for you too 🙂
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I had some yesterday. They’re always good.
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Whimsy on a Saturday afternoon…my pretty gourds…I love them…love roasting the seeds nice and spicy too 🙂
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Pretty pumpkins 🙂 glad I made you smile my friend 🙂 happy Sunday 🙂
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Thank you, she is my lovely gourd 🙂 she stood out like, pick me 🙂 so we did 🙂
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First one for me, she looked so cute amongst the regular every day kind, she is special 🙂
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“Pumpkin princess” very nice. Nice opening. Great poem overall.
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Lovely pumpkins. Thanks friend for the smile. 🙂 Just what I needed. Sun & stars and jolly pumpkins.;)
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LOL, I really liked that. Well said.
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Great! Love this poem.. I personally love the pimpled pumpkins!
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It’s my pretty pumpkin with bumps 🙂 thanks Kevin 🙂
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What a timely and fun poem to read! Write on my friend write on1
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