i am a jersey tomato.
and although i haven't stood on your shore, or crossed the ben franklin bridge in a while...
you'll always be my first home.
new jersey.
hopefully soon one day i'll bring brad to meet you.
and we shall eat fresh apple slush.
or white corn from a stand.
and marvel at the grass that just grows by itself.
1 comment:
awww. the little jersey tomato found a can with her name on it. almost makes me miss elk township and wilhelmina's farm with the giant peaches. can't get a tomato or a peach like the ones in south jersey!
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