"It was then that I made one of the great
discoveries of my young and very sensual life:
blackberries aren't really black, they're
deep purple; and they make home-made ice cream
just about the sexiest thing a sun-burned kid
can put in his mouth this side of hot, ripe
peaches, purloined from a neighbor's tree.’’

— From “Blackberries,’’ by John-Michael Albert (born 1951), a Portsmouth, N.H.-based poet

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