Write a four line poem that has something to do with: nostalgia.
Let's see, what did I say again yesterday? 36 pints and 7 quarts of blackberries, yup, sold all those. 4 crates of peaches... sold 3 of those. 14 crates of apples... yeah, didn't bring any of those home. What else. Oh, right, the nectarines.
"... and 23 (way more than we need) crates of nectarines."
Got that one wrong - only brought back 1.5 crates of nectarines.
Let's just call that surpassing my wildest expectations.
The kids generally had fun as well, the weather was beautiful, the crowds were plentiful. Overall a pretty ideal market.
Forgotten names and faces flip past;
She doesn't even pause to look -
Not until she comes to his picture
In her dusty, faded yearbook.