Poem: The Wild Strawberry

All three of my wives, sooner or later,
Came to the same conclusion
And called me “My Wild Strawberry”

Something this specific bears careful study.
What are the details and what do they mean?
Is there something here that I must know?

A wild strawberry is hidden beneath protective leaves.
Effort is needed to find it.
Careful harvest is part of the task.

The berry is crushed in the eating.
The taste is sweet/tart.
Red juices remain upon the lips.

This I offer of my bounty.
Is Vitamin C enough to sustain life?
How I wish that it were so.

Dr. John Breeskin, who prefers to be called Sparky

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