Wednesday, June 12, 2024

The Squash

Simple drawing of patty pan squash.
 

Squash
The sunny South for me is fine,
In which to spread my pretty vine.
I do not like the North, and so
In Spain and Italy I grow.
Where winds blow cold across the sky,
I'm never found, for there I'd die.

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