I shall find me almond runaways...

Poem written by Saad El-Asha on Tuesday 18, September 2018

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I shall find me almond runaways, from the the rock thrusts of hungry gleaners, on the road or at sideways. I'd pick them up and divine whether they're "green" or ripe. I never minded which was which, it all tasted the same; needed and hard. I'd crush the shell with high command of breaking-and-entering. These days they tell me it's an aphrodisiac. I tell them: people, I love sex, but almond for me only means an afternoon of throwing rocks and chewing sounds and sweetness.

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    Me as well. A most delicious nut.