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How can these eggs
Break a stone?

And how can your
Spread fingers
Be a spoon?

How can you hold
Two watermelons
With one hand?

How can you be
Happy with
A thousand
Desires?

How can your
One hand
Eclipse the sun?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jacky Don Tucker

(toby keith/chuck cannon)
Jacky don tucker was my daddys little brother
And at seventeen he jumped the fence
He joined a rock n roll band, got a tattoo on his hand
Granny said he never had a lick of sense
cause by the time he turned seven he was a stealin watermelons
Playin house with the girl next door
Drinkin muscadine wine by the time he was nine
Sneakin out and smokin cigarettes under the porch
He was a melon stealin
Cop-a-feelin
Daredevil fool
A do-it-anywayin
Playin hooky from school
A water tower poet class of 73
Hed say by God you better know it if youre runnin with me
cause Im skinny dippin finger flippin son of a gun
Play by the rules
Youre gonna miss all the fun
He was always drag racin and he kept the sheriff chasin

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song performed by Toby Keith
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Avoid suspicion: when you're walking through your neighbor's melon patch, don't tie your shoe.

Chinese proverbs
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Some questions for you

How can these eggs
Break a stone?

And how can your
Spread fingers
Be a spoon?

How can you hold
Two watermelons
With one hand?

How can you be
Happy with
A thousand
Desires?

How can your
One hand
Eclipse the sun?

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
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Jacky Don Tucker (Play By The Rules Miss All The Fun)

(Toby Keith/Chuck Cannon)
Jacky Don Tucker was my daddy's little brother
And at seventeen he jumped the fence
He joined a rock 'n' roll band, got a tattoo on his hand
Granny said he never had a lick of sense
'Cause by the time he turned seven he was a stealin' watermelons
Playin' house with the girl next door
Drinkin' muscadine wine by the time he was nine
Sneakin' out and smokin' cigarettes under the porch
He was a melon stealin'
Cop-a-feelin'
Daredevil fool
A do-it-anywayin'
Playin' hooky from school
A water tower poet class of '73
He'd say by God you better know it if you're runnin' with me
'Cause I'm skinny dippin' finger flippin' son of a gun
Play by the rules
You're gonna miss all the fun
He was always drag racin' and he kept the sheriff chasin'

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song performed by Toby Keith
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I Am More a Ripened Melon

Squeeze,
Easy sexy.
When assessing me.
I am more a ripened melon.
Than a young grape,
Dangling from a vine.

Squeeze me easy sexy.
Like an avacado you do appeal.
With two tomatos I could taste your hold.
To feel as if chipped in dipped guacamole.

Squeeze,
Easy sexy.
Gently and not to crush.
Think of me as lemonade,
You prefer to sip and not gulp to rush.

Squeeze,
Easy sexy.

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poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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The Seasons

W'en de leaves begin to fall,
An' de fros' is on de ground,
An' de 'simmons is a-ripenin' on de tree;
W'en I heah de dinner call,
An' de chillen gadder 'round,
'Tis den de 'possum is de meat fu' me.

W'en de wintertime am pas'
An' de spring is come at las',
W'en de good ole summer sun begins to shine;
Oh! my thoughts den tek a turn,
An' my heart begins to yearn
Fo' dat watermelon growin' on de vine.

Now, de yeah will sholy bring
'Round a season fu' us all,
Ev'y one kin pick his season f'om de res';
But de melon in de spring,
An' de 'possum in de fall,
Mek it hard to tell which time o' year am bes'.

poem by James Weldon Johnson
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What It Feels Like

As if I've swallowed
A watermelon
And
Sidestepping
My digestive tract
It has lodged
In my heart.
There it lies
Green
& whole
with a luscious
red
heart of its own
daring me
to cut.

poem by Alice Walker
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The Boy's Candidate

Las' time 'at Uncle Sidney come,
He bringed a watermelon home--
An' half the boys in town,
Come taggin' after him.--An' he
Says, when we et it,--_'Gracious me!
'S the boy-house fell down?'_

poem by James Whitcomb Riley
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Watermelon

Watermelon is a good
Summer breakfast
Like my poem
In this life desert.

Here I am to sing
Here the spring is
To welcome me.

Day in and day out
I am here with you
You are my mirror
And I am yours.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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If You Ain't Practicing

You can not spit watermelon seeds
Across the street.
Not if you are watching it grow on a vine,
From the confines of someone's backyard.
How can you perfect anything,
If you ain't practicing it!

poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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Apple Incorporation Or Microcomputer Revolution

To Steve Jobs, Steve Wozniak, Ronald Wayne.

Velours banana
Rainbow apple fridge pear
Highway strawberry
Smog apricot sunlight peach
Snowfall melon leaf cherry

poem by Nicolas Grenier
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So in our pride we ordered for breakfast an omelet, toast and coffee and what has just arrived is a tomato salad with onions, a dish of pickles, a big slice of watermelon and two bottles of cream soda.

quote by John Steinbeck
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Sheltered Garden

I have had enough.
I gasp for breath.

Every way ends, every road,
every foot-path leads at last
to the hill-crest --
then you retrace your steps,
or find the same slope on the other side,
precipitate.

I have had enough --
border-pinks, clove-pinks, wax-lilies,
herbs, sweet-cress.

O for some sharp swish of a branch --
there is no scent of resin
in this place,
no taste of bark, of coarse weeds,
aromatic, astringent --
only border on border of scented pinks.

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poem by Hilda Doolittle
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Ch 08 On Rules For Conduct In Life - Maxim 79

The teeth of all men are blunted by sourness, but those of the qazi by sweetness.

The qazi whom thou bribest with five cucumbers
Will prove that ten melon-fields are due to thee.

poem by Sa di
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Essence and Existence

Part readily the skin
and readily the pulp,
as readily the tongues
wild apples bore,
eviscerate the cores
and watermelon spit the pits
they cannot swallow.
Let this be done before
the tongues
wild lemons bore
find no cores.

poem by Donal Mahoney
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Women's harvest song

I am waving a ripe sunflower,
I am scattering sunflower pollen to the four world-quarters.
I am joyful because of my melons,
I am joyful because of my beans,
I am joyful because of my squashes.

The sunflower waves.
So did the corn wave
When the wind blew against it,
So did my white corn bend
When the red lightning descended upon it,
It trembled as the sunflower
When the rain beat down its leaves.

Great is a ripe sunflower,
And great was the sun above my corn-fields.
His fingers lifted up the corn-ears,
His hands fashioned my melons,
And set my beans full in the pods.
Therefore my heart is happy

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poem by Amy Lowell
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William Wordsworth hits the West Coast

I wandered lonely as a cloud
o'er California's rocky coast
and fields of melons, oversized,
and Baywatch babes to match;

Earth hath not anything to show more fair
than oiled and suntanned blondes with shampooed hair.

poem by Michael Shepherd
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Kiwi

Fruit without a stone, its shiny
pulp is clear green. Inside, tiny
black microdot seeds. Skin
the color of khakiImagine
a shaggy brown-green pelt
that feels like felt.
It's oval, full-rounded, kind
of egg-shaped. The rind
comes off in strips
when peeled with the lips.
If ripe, full of juice,
melon-sweet, yet tart as goose-
berry almost. A translucent ring
of seed dots looks something
like a coin-slice of banana. Grown
in the tropics, some stone
fruits, overlarge, are queerly
formed. A slablike pit nearly
fills the mango. I
scrape the fibrous pulp off with my

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poem by May Swenson
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With the onset of summer

With onset of summer
Mercury level begin to rise
With the onset of summer
Watermelon is ready to eat
With the onset of summer
My dear I insearch of you
To share delight and woe
It is the timeof litmus test
My dear in love and hatred
We must united.

poem by Gajanan Mishra
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