Cherries By Wilfrid Wilson Gibson

Cherries

A HANDFUL of cherries
She gave me in passing,
The wizened old woman,
And wished me good luck-
And again I was dreaming,
A boy in the sunshine,
And life but an orchard
Of cherries to pluck.

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